Desconfianza Willie Quotes & Sayings

Pain and love - the whole of life, in short - cannot be looked on as a disease just because they make us suffer. — Italo Svevo

I'm a writer to the bone. I love this language you and I read, write and speak. It's called English. And I'm seriously doubting that it's known to some of the unseen people who write the news. — Ann Medlock

The body is imaginary, and we bow to the tyranny of a phantom. Love is a privilege perception, the most total and lucid not only of the unreality of the world but of our own unreality: not only do we traverse a realm of shadows; but ourselves are shadows. — Adolfo Bioy Casares

I leaned forward. "How did I turn out? Are you proud of the monster you made?"
Roland smiled. Hugh and Landon were right. It was like the sun had risen. Like digging a hole in your backyard and finding a glittering jewel in the dirt.
"Child, my dangerous one, my beautiful one. You've claimed your city. You shouldn't have been able to do that for another hundred years. I'm so proud that my pride could topple mountains. If you let me, I would show you to the world. I would show the world to you."
"So I could see it through your eyes?"
"So you could see it through your own. — Ilona Andrews

Well that woman has crept into my mind. Somehow, she has stolen my very sanity because now I want her hands on me. I begged for her to touch me until I, too, lost myself in the beauty of a fantasy- a fantasy I still don't fully understand. — Ella Frank

I have often said that I am a passionate Darwinian when it comes to explaining why we exist. — Richard Dawkins

Naught so insipid in the world I find
As is a devil in despair. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

People have been telling me I'm a failure and that I'm doing it all wrong for 20 years now. Never trust anybody when they tell you how your story goes. You know your story. You write your own story. — Kevin Smith

Our minds are big enough to contemplate the cosmos but small enough to care about who wins an Oscar — Dean Cavanagh

Give it to me," I begged. "Tell me you're going to be a good girl," he replied. "Never." I wouldn't make a promise I couldn't keep. "What am I going to do with you?" Auric growled. — Eve Langlais

And the great question for mankind is what is to be loved or hated next, whenever and old love or fear has lost its hold. — Eugen Rosenstock-Huessy