Herida De Amor Quotes & Sayings

Besides, he would know that I did it on purpose. (Serenity)
Honey, I assure you, that man won't think a thing. His mind will be on other matters. You could chop off his head and he wouldn't notice. (Kristen) — Kinley MacGregor

I must stop him from being one of those who call themselves good because they have no claws. — Irvin D. Yalom

From my spirit's gray defeat, From my pulse's flagging beat, From my hopes that turned to sand Sifting through my close-clenched hand, From my own fault's slavery, If I can sing, I still am free. For with my singing I can make A refuge for my spirit's sake, A house of shining words, to be My fragile immortality. — Sara Teasdale

It's a big thing to call yourself a poet. All I can say is that I have always written poems. I don't think I'm interested in any discussion about whether I'm a good poet, a bad poet or a great poet. But I am sure, I want to write great poems. I think every poet should want that. — Clive James

That's how librarians are. They just can't help it. — Carla Morris

Be the story teller in your life ... never let anyone dictate what you're about. — Robbie Thomas

From what I see, there are only two types of pack members--the hierarchy who are power hungry and the peons who are power less. - Cody Forester, Wolfsbane Brew — Roxanne Smolen

I will tell you the secret to getting rich on Wall Street. You try to be greedy when others are fearful. And you try to be fearful when others are greedy. — Warren Buffett

There is only one force of history that can break the reign of hatred and resentment and expose the pretensions of tyrants and reward the hopes of the decent and tolerant. And that is the force of human freedom. — George W. Bush

I'm terrified to pose this next question, but I need to know. "Do you feel differently about me now?"
His face softens. "You're still you. The same girl I fell in love with. Nothing has changed. — Siobhan Davis

I tossed my shoulders and swaggered away, whistling with pleasure. In the gutter I saw a long cigaret butt. I picked it up without shame, lit it as I stood with one foot in the gutter, puffed it and exhaled toward the stars. I was an American, and goddamn proud of it. — John Fante