Enriquecedoras Sinonimos Quotes & Sayings

He that hath love in his brest, hath spurres in his sides. — George Herbert

Women are at last becoming persons first and wives second, and that is as it should be. — May Sarton

There is a kind of a cascading chain, ... If one can't sell, then that business doesn't buy and that means the next business doesn't sell, and the previous business doesn't sell, and so on. — Alan Blinder

They say that life expectancy is higher for right-handed people than for left-handed. — Jo Nesbo

Life is a practice. When you 'fail,' you can immediately begin practicing again. — Bryant McGill

I have fished through fishless days that I remember happily without regret. — Roderick Haig-Brown

There are further considerations I might raise. How do you make a book that anyone will read out of lives as quiet as these? What are the things that novelists seize upon and readers expect? Where is the high life, the kinky sex, the death wish? Where are the suburban infidelities, the promiscuities, the convulsive divorces, the alcohol, the drugs, the lost weekends? Where are the hatreds, the political ambitions, the lust for power? Where are speed, noise, ugliness, everything that makes us who we are and makes us recognizable in fiction? — Wallace Stegner

Give up being right. Instead radiate peace, harmony, love, and laughter from your heart. — Deepak Chopra

For my birthday, buy me a politician! — Ice Cube

I know that death is never added to death; it multiplies. — Sherman Alexie

What happens to me when I'm provoked is that I get tongue-tied and my mind goes blank. Then I spend all night tossing and turning trying to figure out what I should have said — Nora Ephron

If we all aim to love ourselves, every bit, we will become love and radiate beauty to all those around us. — Shantel VanSanten

Let your characters lead when you're dancing together. — Caron Kamps Widden

I can still see Herbert West under the sinister electric light as he injected his reanimating solution into the arm of the headless body. The scene I cannot describe--I should faint if I tried it, for there is madness in a room full of classified charnel things, with blood and lesser human debris almost ankle-deep on the slimy floor, and with hideous reptilian abnormalities sprouting, bubbling, and baking over a winking bluish-green spectre of dim flame in a far corner of black shadows. The — H.P. Lovecraft