Dia De Los Padres Quotes & Sayings

The mother sings a hungry song
Of blood and cracking teeth
She dances in the dark below
wants to pull us underneath

Her claws, they rise, they sway in dance
to the melody of screams
Her lullaby will never end
till the world comes apart at the seams — Amy Lukavics

Roger Corman exploited all of the young people who worked for him, but he really gave you responsibility and opportunity. So it was kind of a fair deal. — Francis Ford Coppola

left my box of cubicle gear in the trunk, stashed like a dead body. I pasted on a smile and walked into the house. My mother was just hanging up the phone and looked exultant. "Guess what?" she said. — Sandra Byrd

The man, a huge grin spreading over his face, was slower to stand, first grabbing a cane from against the wall. "Welcome aboard the Rampion, Your Magesticness. Captain Carswell Thorne, at your service." He bowed. — Marissa Meyer

Life is more than having perfect photographs edited via some random applications.
It's imperfect, each and every moment, one by one. — Crestless Wave

The sense of duality, which is a barrier to true love, must prevail so long as the apperception of Truth has not occurred. Once individuality is surrendered, there is only total Love. — Ramesh S Balsekar

In the past, I tried to be more of a typical session guitarist. I wasn't so concerned with impressing anybody. — Brad Paisley

Joshua didn't say choose you next year whom you will serve; he spoke of "this day," while there is still daylight and before the darkness becomes more and more normal. — Neal A. Maxwell

You'd be surprised at what I can do. — Kristin Hannah

Life has a habit of making the easy desperately difficult, and the hardest choices so easy as to be no choice at all. — Catherine Sanderson

And wondering where he had read that clever liars give details, but that the cleverest do not. — Edith Wharton

I can't say I have control over my emotions; I don't know my mind. I'm lost like everyone else. I'm certainly not a leader. — Richard Gere

When he says "Skins or blankets?" it will take you a moment to realized that he's asking which you want to sleep under. And in your hesitation he'll decide that he wants to see your skin wrapped in the big black moose hide. He carried it, he'll say, soaking wet and heavier than a dead man, across the tundra for two - was it hours or days or weeks? But the payoff, now, will be to see it fall across one of your white breasts. It's December, and your skin is never really warm, so you will pull the bulk of it around you and pose for him, pose for his camera, without having to narrate this moose's death. — Pam Houston

After the Soviet withdrawal, many Afghan Communists had rebranded themselves as Islamists and joined the mujahedeen. — Anand Gopal