Dindo Fernando Quotes & Sayings

How can this dog be such an easy victim? A dog who was mistreated by her previous owner over and over again. Why doesn't she recognize evil when she runs straight into its arms? Because she has the ability to forget. Burrows down into the feathery snow and is pleased to see anyone who streches out a hand to her. And now she is lying here. — Asa Larsson

And so she cut out her heart and offered it as a sacrifice. She would pay whatever price her mother Wallachia demanded.
"Make me prince," she said without feeling. — Kiersten White

Forget it, Louis, no Civil War picture ever made a nickel. — Irving Thalberg

It is never hopeless. But sometimes I cannot hope. I try always to hope but sometimes I cannot. — Ernest Hemingway,

And yet we check and chide
The airy angels as they float about us,
With rules of so-called wisdom, till they grow
The same tame slaves to custom and the world. — Frances Sargent Osgood

there is nothing more enticing to a predator than wounded prey. — Courtney Lane

No one loses any other life than the one he now lives, nor does one live any other life than that which he will lose. — Marcus Aurelius

But what we know, we who are either observers of a business we once were in and loved, or are people within it now, our business as a whole, when it is not obsessed with the business of business, is eaten up with a form of cultural conservatism which is truly amazing. Indeed, more often than not it is eaten up with pure reactionary-ism. — Hodding Carter III

Later in the afternoon the sun went down with a riotous swirl of gold and varying blues and scarlets, and left the dry, rustling night of Western summer. Dexter watched from the veranda of the Golf Club, watched the even overlap of the waters in the little wind, silver molasses under the harvest-moon. Then the moon held a finger to her lips and the lake became a clear pool, pale and quiet. Dexter put on his bathing-suit and swam out to the farthest raft, where he stretched dripping on the wet canvas of the springboard. There was a fish jumping and a star shining and the lights around the lake were gleaming. Over on a dark peninsula a piano was playing the songs of last summer and of summers before that - songs from "Chin-Chin" and "The Count of Luxemburg" and "The Chocolate Soldier" - and because the sound of a piano over a stretch of water had always seemed beautiful to Dexter he lay perfectly quiet and listened. — F Scott Fitzgerald

Bless and prosper those around you. Bless and prosper yourself — Louise Hay