Encaminarse Quotes & Sayings

Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind. — Marcel Proust

I'd listened to [Ornette Coleman] all kinds of ways. I listened to him high and I listened to him cold sober. I even played with him. I think he's jiving baby. — Roy Eldridge

Whenever I wore it there were some questions whether the outfit was just too over the top. I'm like, "Do you know who you're dealing with here, and her eccentricities, her style, her flair?" These little things were sometimes those - I love it. I love having a real-life model. But I also do flush it out with my own personal experiences and my own essence, and hopefully they mesh together. — Vera Farmiga

When you put your hand on the Bible, you are saying something much stronger than just telling your peers that you're going to tell the truth. — Lee Greenwood

I don't necessarily agree with everything that I say. — Marshall McLuhan

If the Super Bowl is really the ultimate game, why do they play it again next year? — Duane Thomas

Unhappily we have to pay in life for everything worthwhile. If we want experience, depth and an understanding of life's infinite phases we have to suffer shock and sorrow and then, if we are strong enough to rise above them, life is a curious bittersweet affair. Too much of its bitter aspect is of course terrible, but too much of unalloyed sweetness can also be bad enough. — Pamela Hicks

What are you reading?" " 'Ryder' by Greta Maloney," he said, closing the book and placing it back into his rucksack. "Any good?" I asked, wanting to find another subject to talk about other than my nightmare. "It's creepy," he smiled at me. — Tim O'Rourke

Keep looking below surface appearances. Don't shrink from doing so just because you might not like what you find. — Colin Powell

Anybody that ties you to a chair at gunpoint is a bad guy. Do I really need to explain this? — Susan Ee

Overheard on a Saltmarsh"

Nymph, nymph, what are your beads?

Green glass, goblin. Why do you stare at them?

Give them me.
No.

Give them me. Give them me.
No.

Then I will howl all night in the reeds,
Lie in the mud and howl for them.

Goblin, why do you love them so?

They are better than stars or water,
Better than voices of winds that sing,
Better than any man's fair daughter,
Your green glass beads on a silver ring.

Hush, I stole them out of the moon.

Give me your beads, I want them.
No.

I will howl in the deep lagoon
For your green glass beads, I love them so.
Give them me. Give them.
No. — Harold Monro