Graupera Gonzalo Quotes & Sayings

It's boring to do that every two minutes. — J.D. Salinger

When I go to Indian reservations in the West, and especially to the Pine Ridge Reservation, I sometimes feel unsure where to put my foot when I open the car door. The very ground is different from where I usually stand. There are fewer curbs, fewer sidewalks, and almost no street signs, mailboxes, or leashed dogs. — Ian Frazier

Prayer is putting oneself in the hands of God — Mother Teresa

The size of the halls doesn't matter to me too much. — Doc Watson

We must discover how to ask simple questions of ourselves. — John Ralston Saul

An enemy is like a man's most prized flower. It brings him joy to see it buried in the ground. — David Gemmell

I want to map every inch of her skin with my mouth. I want to sit with her in my arms and kiss her for hours, until our lips are swollen and our jaws are tired. I want to know what she looks like when she comes. And I want to be the one who makes her come with my name falling from her lips. — Monica Murphy

I found longer races boring. I found the mile just perfect. — Roger Bannister

Things that make you weird as a kid will make you great tomorrow. — James Victore

I think you can use fiction to get inside people's minds. — Don Winslow

Be mindful of the very moment you are living. Start exactly this second. You don't wait until the children get out of the house or when the sun comes out. Create something better. — Alexandra Stoddard

I'm a let you finish, but the French Revolution had the best severed heads of ALL TIME. — Kanye West

All that you call sin is nothing but mistakes. And mistakes are the way of learning. Those people who never commit mistakes are the most stupid people, — Osho

For that moment at least they seemed to give up external plans, theories, and codes, even the inescapable romantic curiosity about one another, to indulge in being simply and purely young, to share that sense of the world's affliction, that outgoing sorrow at the spectacle of Our Human Condition which anyone this age regards as reward or gratuity for having survived adolescence.
For them the music was sweet and painful, the strolling chains of tourists like a Dance of Death. They stood on the curb, gazing at one another, jostled against by hawkers and sightseers, lost as much perhaps in that bond of youth as in the depths of the eyes each contemplated. — Thomas Pynchon