Cuarto Grado Quotes & Sayings

If you appreciate a gift, consider saying, thank you and ... — Seth Godin

German people, he said, would follow Hitler with absolute loyalty "provided they are allowed to have a share in the making and carrying out of decisions, provided every word of criticism is not immediately interpreted as malicious, and provided that despairing patriots are not branded as traitors." The time had come, he proclaimed, "to silence doctrinaire fanatics. — Erik Larson

I won't go back on my decision. I'm not afraid of prison, but there are even worse dangers. — Bidzina Ivanishvili

If this dysfunctional family was the best Sodom had to offer by way of morals, some might begin to feel a certain sympathy with God and his judicial brimstone. — Richard Dawkins

We turned into each other's best excuse for not doing the things we were afraid of. — Tracy Guzeman

It was Rogelio, Chutsky's friend from the front desk, who was going to tell us when Weiss checked in. But it certainly didn't look like he was going to tell us much of anything, unless we listened to him with a Ouija board. Because if appearances were any guide at all, judging by the belt so tightly wrapped around his neck and the way his tongue and eyes bulged out, Rogelio was extremely dead. — Jeff Lindsay

As much as everything can seem to be about patterns in your self and others, within the drama of all that, it's really all about knowing. — John De Ruiter

Before you act, think.
Before you speak, listen.
Before you take, give.
Before you scorn, empathize.
Before you condemn, forgive.
Before you wound, love. — Matshona Dhliwayo

Answers make you wise, but questions make you human. — Yves Montand

The bull who killed Vicente Girones was named Bocanegra, was Number 118 of the bull-breeding establishment of Sanchez Taberno, and was killed by Pedro Romero as the third bull of that same afternoon. His ear was cut by popular acclimation and given to Pedro Romero, who, in turn, gave it to Brett, who wrapped it in a handkerchief belonging to myself, and left both ear and handkerchief, along with a number of Muratti cigarette-stubs, shoved far back in the drawer of the bed-table that stood beside her bed in the Hotel Montoya, in Pamplona. — Ernest Hemingway,