De Vaca Quotes & Sayings

Jude," I said, biting my lip. "I just can't. I can't do this."
His expression darkened. "I know I don't deserve a second, or third, or whatever the hell this is chance, but you and I have something special, Luce, and you know it. Give me another chance, one more chance, and I'll walk a line so straight people will think I've been possessed." God I wanted to look away from those eyes, but I just couldn't. They were impossible to ignore. "One more chance. Not because I deserve it, but because we deserve one. — Nicole Williams

Did you imagine that you would make me believe ill of Sophy with your foolish and spiteful letter!' he demanded. 'You have tried to set me against her from the outset, but you over-reached yourself today, my girl! How dared you write in such terms to me! How could you have been so crassly stupid as to suppose that Sophy could ever need your countenance to set her right in the eyes of the world, or that I would believe one word of slander against her? — Georgette Heyer

All over the land are vast and handsome pastures, with good grass for cattle, and it strikes me the soil would be very fertile were the country inhabited and improved by reasonable people. — Alvar N. C. De Vaca

I'm evil, but I don't care — Kirsty McKay

Well you." I cut him off. "You're just, ya know ... " I was trying to sound accusatory, but the way he was grinning made me lose my thought. "You're all ... perfect."
Todd frowned at me, but a moment later, he brushed it off with a chuckle. "Naw. I'm just as flawed and depraved as any other hot-blooded man." He looked me in the eyes, all intense and beseeching. "Stick around long enough, and I promise you'll find that out. — Ophelia London

If one lives where all suffer and starve, one acts on one's own impulse to help. But where plenty abounds, we surrender our generosity, believing that our country replaces us each and several. This is not so, and indeed a delusion. On the contrary the power of maintaining life in others, lives within each of us, and from each of us does it recede when unused. It is a concentrated power. If you are not acquainted with it, your Majesty can have no inkling of what it is like, what it portends, or the ways in which it slips from one. — Alvar Nunez Cabeza De Vaca

Language-lovers know that there is a word for every fear. Are you afraid of wine? Then you have oenophobia. Tremulous about train travel? You suffer from siderodromophobia. Having misgivings about your mother-in-law is pentheraphobia, and being petrified of peanut butter sticking to the roof of your mouth is arachibutyrophobia. And then there's Franklin Delano Roosevelt's affliction, the fear of fear itself, or phobophobia. — Steven Pinker

Love fully, even when it gets hard. Give forgiveness, even when you aren't sure the other guy deserves it. And in every friendship you're in, don't forget to actually be friends. — Adriana Locke

Explanations take the mystery out of things, right? — Sarah Ockler

Though it was a complete turn-on when she once grabbed a girl's arm backstage, saying, "Excuse me, but that is my husband you're trying to grope, and I suggest you keep your hands to yourself." She'd said it with Southern charm, but I could see in her stance that my girl had been ready to throw down.
I rewarded her well that night for saving me from the groper. — Wendy Higgins

Two days after moving we recommended ourselves to God, Our Lord, and fled, hoping that, although it was late in the season and the fruits of the tunas were giving out, by remaining in the field we might still get over a good portion of the land. — Alvar N. C. De Vaca

I don't know what life was like 1,000 years ago, but I imagine there was the same struggle: people trying to connect with each other. — Spike Jonze

Everything is unpredictable once you are inside the ring. — Tomoki Kameda

There was an assistant professor I kind of had a crush on, but I was far too awkward and far too nervous to ever say anything. — Lauren Stamile

I can promise you that the Spirit is a lot more anxious to help you than you are to be helped. — S. Dilworth Young

Cabeza de Vaca had wrapped her in his arms and in his language, whispering about a life she did not understand although understanding seemed to form just beyond the sea and sand, waiting there for her to grow older. Even when the story confused her, she had caught words or phrases, ideas like fish, bold and surprising, tasting of her father's mind. She had learned quickly to nod and speak because he needed her to do this, because his need surrounded her like the blue sky. She was his bastard, and he had loved her. Yes, he had loved her. That was the memory she couldn't bear. — Sharman Apt Russell

And now gentlemen, all for one, one for all - that is our motto, is it not? — Alexandre Dumas

[Cabeza de Vaca] ceased to be lost not by returning but by turning into something else. — Rebecca Solnit

Seeing that our thirst was increasing and the water was killing us, while the storm did not abate, we agreed to trust to God, Our Lord, and rather risk the perils of the sea than wait there for certain death from thirst. — Alvar N. C. De Vaca

I had a house burn down once, and everything in life burned, except my family, and it was so liberating. I didn't have a bad moment about it. It sort of reinvigorated my interest in a lot of things. — Sean Penn

One-third of our people were dangerously ill, getting worse hourly, and we felt sure of meeting the same fate, with death as our only prospect, which in such a country was much worse yet. — Alvar N. C. De Vaca

She raises her arms in an effort to hook at the nape of her neck a gown of black veiling. She cannot: no, she cannot. She moves backwards towards me mutely. I raise my arms to help her: her arms fall. I hold the websoft edges of her gown and drawing them out to hook them I see through the opening of the black veil her lithe body sheathed in an orange shift. It slips its ribbons of moorings at her shoulders and falls slowly: a lithe smooth naked body shimmering with silvery scales. It slips slowly over the slender buttocks of smooth polished silver and over their furrow, a tarnished silver shadow.... Fingers, cold and calm and moving.... A touch, a touch. — James Joyce