Derrochador Quotes & Sayings

If people know what you've read, they know who you are... — Ryan

I don't like saying my real last name because then I remember that I'm the only living person left carrying it. — Jessica Sorensen

I have gradually learned to be cautious even in disbelief — C. G. Jung

Privacy isn't dead, although it is fashionable for digerati to say so. — Andrew Curry

It's hard sometimes to not want to know what people are saying behind your back and to ignore certain things that are being written. — Sienna Miller

Today the average inhabitant of the western hemisphere knows a little of everything. He has the newspaper on his breakfast table and wireless within reach. For the evening there is the film, cards, or a meeting to complete a day spent in the office or factory where nothing that is essential has been learnt. With slight variation this picture of a low cultural average holds good over the entire range from factory-hand of clerk to manager or director. Only the personal will to culture, in whatever field and however pursued raises modern man above this level. — Johan Huizinga

In this part of the story I am the one who
dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
because I love you, Love, in fire and in blood. — Pablo Neruda

When you are still fragmentated, lacking certainty - what difference does it make what your decisions are? — Idries Shah

Every now and then he would tilt his head back so that his sunglasses reflected sky, and would say, "I love her." Every time he said it he seemed delivered of a profundity that amazed him, as though he had coughed up a pearl. — Jeffrey Eugenides

He would move on. Because he would not be like the ancient kings in the song and keep her for himself. She deserved a loyal, brave knight who saw her for what she was and did not fear her. And he deserved someone who would look at him like that, even if the love wouldn't be the same, even if the girl wouldn't be her.
So Dorian closed his eyes, and took another long breath. And when he opened his eyes, he let her go. — Sarah J. Maas