Hagos Tacos Quotes & Sayings

In L.A., you really are in your car all day alone, and there's very little public life. — Nick Kroll

There's very few shows that truly reflect specific ethnic experiences, and when they come and come right, they're a hit. — Aeriel Miranda

So are you gonna cry about it like a punk, or are you gonna do something? — Jenny Han

You have to really dive deep back into yourself and get rid of so much modern analytical categorization. It's one of the great things poetry does. — Robert Morgan

She was certain it had nothing to do with being close to such an attractive, masculine man and everything to do with her recent ordeal with the vampire. No mere man could make her weak in the knees.
Aidan settled beside her on the couch, as Stefan had acquired the leather recliner since she had abandoned it. Aidan's thigh brushed hers, sending a tremor rushing through her. His breath warmed her ear. "Fortunately, I am no mere man."
"Stop reading my mind, you ... you nightmare from a Thomas Ivan game." It was the worst insult she could think of, but he only laughed softly. The sound in her mind, not in her ear. — Christine Feehan

There is nothing simple about something (love) that can fill you with the greatest joy you have ever known. It can make men build cities, crush enemies, seek out ways to move mountains, and bring even the greatest to his knees. There is nothing simple about something that can rip the very seams of your soul in half, shred every amount of dignity you've ever had, and strip every inhibition from who you are. — Quinn Loftis

If the immediate and direct purpose of our life is not suffering then our existence is the most Ill-adapted to its purpose in the world: for it is absurd to suppose that the endless affliction of which the world is everywhere full, and which arises out of the need and distress pertaining essentially to life, should be purposeless and purely accidental. Each individual misfortune, to be sure, seems an exceptional occurrence; but misfortune in general is the rule. — Arthur Schopenhauer