Dechado Quotes & Sayings

Snowflake. You catch the snowflake but when you look in your hand you don't have it no more. Maybe you see this dechado. But before you see it it is gone. If you want to see it you have to see it on its own ground. If you catch it you lose it. And where it goes there is no coming back from. Not even God can bring it back. — Cormac McCarthy

Although people sometimes assume that the happy are self-absorbed and complacent, just the opposite is true. In general, happiness doesn't make people want to drink daiquiris on the beach; it makes them want to help rural villagers gain better access to clean water. — Gretchen Rubin

You're mine,
Isabeau. You'll always be mine. Make no mistake about it. Whether you choose to forgive me and give
us a second chance, or you don't, you'll be my only. — Christine Feehan

Nothing changes more constantly than the past; for the past that influences our lives does not consist of what actually happened, but of what men believe happened. — Gerald W. Johnson

But there really was no hurry. It is time to love, he had said downstairs. And time was not always just one second long or even one minute or one hour. Those were artificial divisions, imposed by humankind. Time was infinite. And it was time to love. — Mary Balogh

Hollywood is a far safer place to work than working abroad, because of the skill level, and because of the safety considerations that experience and unionization have created. — John Rhys-Davies

I am convinced that nothing will happen to me, for I know the greatness of the task for which Providence has chosen me. — Adolf Hitler

Women are not just there to be admired, they are there to be enjoyed. — Ellen Von Unwerth

Some writers - most, I suspect - write in isolation. I think I'd always found that quite difficult. — Michael Morpurgo

The word 'Dorf' lies, although the Dablem Dorf station is covered with straw. Arabian students hang out in front of the entrance to the underground, and only the German kiosk of the kabob seller clues us in that the bus did not arrive through a secret passage and set us down in Morocco. The University buildings are hidden among trees, intertwining paths and signposts, which exclude each other. The arrow points to another arrow 3 m away, which is pointing back, perpendicular to the first. With signs making sure no one can get lost during his search, he searches and searches and it seems entirely irrelevant that he can never find the place he is searching for by tracing the signs. A Mobius strip, the circular blindness of the streets, and exhausted Minotaur are harbingers of the paths of this place, which only multiply behind the revolving door of the Ethnological Museum. — Ales Steger