Cortinas Para Quotes & Sayings

When a man sells eleven ounces for twelve, he makes a compact with the devil, and sells himself for the value of an ounce. — Henry Ward Beecher

To us the family is the cornerstone of civilization and must ever be. It is the foundation of proper human relationships. — Mark E. Petersen

If I'm feeling confident, then I write confident, happy, or assured music. I can hear some early electronic sketches I did where I'm clearly not confident and everything's a bit mid-range, nothing really pushes through. — Anna Meredith

You must never forget that greatness does not guarantee happiness but goodness always does — Sri Chinmoy

Some things in life are exactly as we imagine. — Nathan Filer

The human being is an unequal creature. That is a fact. And we start off with the proposition. All the great religions, all the great movements, all the great political ideology, say let us make the human being as equal as possible. In fact, he is not equal, never will be. — Lee Kuan Yew

Democracy must be something more than two wolves and a sheep voting on what to have for dinner. — James Bovard

The superior thing, in this as in other departments of life, was to be late. Lateness showed that serene contempt for the illusion we call time which is so necessary to ensure the respect of others and oneself. Only the servile are punctual ... Mystery at Geneva — Rose Macaulay

Someone else's personal fantasy may well be your personal nightmare. — Cole McCade

Nor do I think that we should succeed, if we tried. There are other powers at work far stronger. — J.R.R. Tolkien

Don't make threats unless you intend to follow through. — J.D. Robb

I told her about the best and the worst. The slow and sleepy places where weekdays rolled past like weekends and Mondays didn't matter. Battered shacks perched on cliffs overlooking the endless, rumpled sea. Afternoons spent waiting on the docks, swinging my legs off a pier until boats rolled in with crates full of oysters and crayfish still gasping. Pulling fishhooks out of my feet because I never wore shoes, playing with other kids whose names I never knew. Those were the unforgettable summers. There were outback towns where you couldn't see the roads for red dust, grids of streets with wandering dogs and children who ran wild and swam naked in creeks. I remembered climbing ancient trees that had a heartbeat if you pressed your ear to them. Boomboom-boomboom. Dreamy nights sleeping by the campfire and waking up covered in fine ash, as if I'd slept through a nuclear holocaust. We were wanderers, always with our faces to the sun. — Vikki Wakefield