Es Borrar Esta Quotes & Sayings

Praise and glory to God for whom nothing is too hard — Elisabeth Elliot

Love is a powerful magic. — Seth Adam Smith

You don't get creative by staying in the same place. — Andy Law

Political persuasion emerges at the intersection of the mental and the corporal. Traveling — David Eagleman

Remember that no relationship is a total waste of time. You can always learn something about yourself. — H. Jackson Brown Jr.

May giant circus elephants shit on your lawn. May bug-eyed gargoyles eat your young. — James Ellroy

In a world that praises the luck (but not the hustle) and envies the dream (but not the chase), be the outlier. Have — Gloria Atanmo

Actors: We have to remind ourselves that it's not about 'getting it right.' There is no 'right.' Your courage to bare your soul is what's right. — Gregor Collins

When a person tries to obey the unconscious, he will often, as we have seen, be unable to do just as he pleases. But equally he will often be unable to do what other people want him to do. It often happens, for instance, that he must separate from his group-from his family, his partner, or other personal connections-in order to find himself. That is why it is sometimes said that attending to the unconscious makes people antisocial and egocentric. As a rule this is not true, for there is a little-known factor that enters into this attitude: the collective (or, we could even say, social) aspect of the Self. — C. G. Jung

Did you wake him?"
"If I say yes, will you spank me?"
Syn rolled his eyes. "You're horrible, Mari. — Sherrilyn Kenyon

I practically sprinted to the parking lot to meet Camden. This time I made sure to stay far enough away from his car door that he couldn't lure me in and drive off someplace random; I was hovering about ten feet away from the Escalade's fender as he walked up.
"What are you doing," he asked, "standing far enough away so I can't lure you into the car and drive off someplace random?"
Observant bastard. — Cherry Cheva

Do you ever think about him? About the boy who infected you?"
Images flash in the darkness: a crown of auburn hair, like autumn leaves burning; the blur of a body, a shape running next to me; a dream-figure. "I try not to," I say.
"Why not?" Julian's voice is quiet.
I say, "Because it hurts. — Lauren Oliver