Divorciada Quotes & Sayings

Given how I feel right now, I can only assume that my giving you the same bullshit platitudes earlier didn't help you, either. — Chloe Neill

Life is more than just a bump in the road. All life is sacred. — Donald L. Hicks

President Bush was in Los Angeles yesterday where he announced his new campaign theme - "Safer, Stronger, and Tested." Isn't that a condom ad? — Jay Leno

Introverts function better than extroverts when sleep deprived, which is a cortically de-arousing condition — Susan Cain

A preventive war, to my mind, is an impossibility today. How could you have one if one of its features would be several cities lying in ruins, several cities where many, many thousands of people would be dead and injured and mangled, the transportation systems destroyed, sanitation implements and systems all gone? That isn't preventive war; that is war. — Dwight D. Eisenhower

What do you care? You always liked loneliness better than you liked people. No offence liking yourself's the beginning of all love. — Fritz Leiber

It is pretty hard to talk about responsibility unless you have exercised it yourself. — William J. Clinton

When we resort to screaming at someone, we are revealing weakness and a sense of helplessness. If we can't seem to get our message or feelings across any other way, then we get angry, and we get loud! — Cathy Burnham Martin

Of course, in television's presentation of the "news of the day," we may see the Now ... this" mode of discourse in it's boldest and most embarrassing form. For there, we are presented not only with fragmented news but news without context, without consequences, without value, and therefore without essential seriousness; that is to say, news as pure entertainment. — Neil Postman

Everything in Wagner's work - the music, the acting, the staging - stemmed from the text. Everything served to interpret the text. — Robert Wilson

Smuggled away in whispers, by black familiars, unresisting, the beloved one leaves home, without a farewell, to darken those doors no more; henceforward to lie outside, far away, and forsaken, through the drowsy heats of summer, through days of snow and nights of tempest, without light or warmth, without a voice near. Oh, Death, king of terrors! The body quakes and the spirit faints before thee. It is vain, with hands clasped over our eyes, to scream our reclamation; the horrible image will not be excluded. We have just the word spoken eighteen hundred years ago, and our trembling faith. And through the broken vault the gleam of the Star of Bethlehem. — J. Sheridan Le Fanu