Directorio De Abogados Quotes & Sayings

Americans claimed to be following a higher law, even when this higher law only turned out to be a personal preference. — Mark A. Noll

I heard he went home to Poughkeepsie and moved back in with his mom. — Francine Prose

I may not be playing with a full deck but I don't need a full deck. I have four aces. — Jonathan Winters

to get in on both sides, and there's space for a — Katie Fforde

If the thing bites down much harder I might wig out and demand beer ... stay away from the phone, watch the red arrow ... this typewriter is keeping me on my rails, without it I'd be completely adrift and weird. — Hunter S. Thompson

I have always felt strongly about empowering women. I'm living proof that, with confidence and by believing in yourself, you can accomplish any goal. — Queen Latifah

It was always after reading tales such as these that she wondered how on earth it was that some young ladies did not read at all, or declared they had no interest in it. Didn't they know how you could feel so much from a book? Didn't they know how your heart could race and break from words on a page? Had they never read something so wonderful and horrible that they felt as though the very would should stop and pause to acknowledge the depth of feeling it produced? — Margaux Gillis

I think using animals for food is an ethical thing to do, but we've got to do it right. We've got to give those animals a decent life and we've got to give them a painless death. We owe the animal respect. — Temple Grandin

Yes... even husbands and wives are strangers. — Hedone

A critic without a good eye is a eunuch in a harem. — Walter Darby Bannard

I vow to pick up my socks."
"Can I get that in writing? — Cassie Mae

A professionally trained actress should be a better liar, wouldn't you think? But no. I am pathetically underachieved in that area. I can think of a great lie. I'm plenty imaginative. But before the words are even out of my mouth, there's a weird tickle of unease in my armpits, a horsefly of guilt lands on the back of my neck, and before I can stop myself, that gassy little bubble of truth belches out. — Kristin Chenoweth