Cortesia Telefonica Quotes & Sayings

Being quiet is the loudest remark. — Anthony Liccione

Our producer Jon Davison thought it would be a good idea to put in additional TV scenes. So, they sent me a tape of these additional TV scenes, and I watched them, and I didn't think they were that great. I didn't think it was worth putting them in. — David Zucker

I may be an old fat woman, but I do not have cheese between my ears, Jaime. — George R R Martin

I heard a voice that told me I'm essential. How all my fears are limiting my potential. Said it's time to step into the light and use every bit of power i have inside. — India.Arie

Speed now illuminates reality whereas light once gave objects of the world their shape. — Paul Virilio

What is behind you is forgotten. You can't remember danger and difficulty when it is behind you — Wanda Rutkiewicz

I've always been fascinated by the difference between the jokes you can tell your friends but you can't tell to an audience. There's a fine line you have to tread because you don't know who is out there in the auditorium. A lot of people are too easily offended. — Billy Connolly

If the arm got sore, we went out and pitched until the soreness left - we had to, or we would have been dropped from the team. Nothing short of a broken leg could have kept us out of uniform. — Kid Nichols

I've definitely become much more aware of physical stunts. — Lucy Liu

Zarek! I won't leave you here to die. (Astrid)
It's okay, princess. I don't mind dying for you. (Zarek) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

I guess nothing restrains people from demanding ideal conditions. Very little restrains them from anything. — Saul Bellow

Writers obviously have to bear witness to the harsh face of the age. — Alexander McCall Smith

I have noticed that no sooner do people embark on a course of action which they do not find wholly satisfactory than they muster every argument to persuade others to imitate it ... — Anne Morice

She winced and covered her ears as Eric,onstage, wrestled with his microphone.
"Sorry about that, guys!" he yelled. "All right. I'm Eric, and this is my homeboy Matt on the drums. My first poem is called 'Untitled.'" He screwed up his face as if in pain, and wailed into the mike. "Come my faux juggernaut, my nefarious loins! Slather every protuberance with arid zeal!"
Simon slid down in his seat. "Please don't tell anyone I know him."
Clary giggled. "Who uses the word 'loins'?"
"Eric," Simon said grimly. "All his poems have loins in them."
'Turgid is my torment!" Eric wailed. "Agony swells within!"
"You bet it does," Clary said. — Cassandra Clare

O Hathor," Cleo began, "why bless me with an abundance of gorgeousness and then deprive me of people to envy it? Especially on a Saturday night? — Lisi Harrison