Desinteresse Significado Quotes & Sayings

When they say the heart wants what it wants, they're talking about the poetic heart - the heart of love songs and soliloquies, the one that can break as if it were just-formed glass. They're not talking about the real heart, the one that only needs healthy foods and aerobic exercise. But the poetic heart is not to be trusted. It is fickle and will lead you astray. It will tell you that all you need is love and dreams. It will say nothing about food and water and shelter and money. It will tell you that this person, the one in front of you, the one who caught your eye for whatever reason, is the One. And he is. And she is. The One - for right now, until his heart or her heart decides on someone else or something else. The poetic heart is not to be trusted with long-term decision-making. — Nicola Yoon

When I was seventeen I had a body that Adam woulda dropped Eve for. Hot-potato time. It was prime, no lie. Nothing in the wrong place. I had legs a hundred miles long and a booty to die for. Adam woulda said to Eve, "Eve, I'm leaving you, honey," and Jesus himself woulda been in the background saying, "Adam, you're one lucky motherfucker. — Colum McCann

The arms race is a race between nuclear weapons and ourselves. — Martin Amis

I was born the day you kissed me,
died the day you left me,
but lived for the time that you loved me — Anju

Your mind need not be controlled; your mind needs to be liberated. — Sadhguru

If I have said something to hurt a man once, I shall not get the better of this by saying many things to please him. — Samuel Johnson

The story is about being loyal to the truth as a nation, that citizens of a democracy are collectively responsible for what their troops do in war, good or bad. — Kevin Sites

It's funny what can happen when you lay bare the heart and join the Earth's old dance through the heavens. — James Lee Burke

I'm being honest, I say what I think. — Boy George

A damn independent boy; independent as a hog on ice. — Sam Rayburn

He on whom heaven confers a sceptre knows not the weight till he bears it. — Pierre Corneille

So I added in all the pains I'd learned. Cooking blunders I'd had to eat anyways. Equipment and property constantly breaking down, needing repairs and attention. Tax insanity, and rushing around trying to hack a path through a jungle of numbers. Late bills. Unpleasant jobs that gave you horribly aching feet. Odd looks from people who didn't know you, when something less than utterly normal happened. The occasional night when the loneliness ached so badly that it made you weep. The occasional gathering during with you wanted to escape to your empty apartment so badly that you were willing to go out of the bathroom window. Muscle pulls and aches you never had when you were younger, the annoyance as the price of gas kept going up to some ridiculous degree, the irritation with unruly neighbors, brainless media personalities, and various politicians who all seemed to fall on a spectrum somewhere between the extremes of "crook" and "moron."
You know.
Life. — Jim Butcher