Huespedes In English Quotes & Sayings

Explanation is where the mind rests. — David Hume

I was very immature when I was young, and for me there was no balance. Everything was just all or nothing. — Mickey Rourke

Now hold on, little girl, my father said. Chess is like real life. The white pieces go first so they got an advantage over the black pieces. — Rion Amilcar Scott

I love kids, so working with them wasn't a problem. — Toni Collette

I can't curse those who don't believe as I do. I can't express hate or disdain for those who criticize what I hold dear. I can't outshout, bully, or taunt them. I can't exercise the liberty of free speech because I answer to a higher law.
I answer to the Word of God. — Lori Hatcher

Die? Then so be it. — Eiji Yoshikawa

My father, who died a few years ago, was a good, simple, very honest man. His faith and affection for his family was just unassailable, without question. — David Ogden Stiers

But at the end of the white board, the edge, where you'll come down with your weight to make it send you off, there are two areas of darkness. Two flat shadows in the broad light. Two vague black ovals. The end of the board has two dirty spots. They are from all the poeple who've gone before you. Your feet as you stand here are tender and dented, hurt by the rough wet surface, and you see that the two dark sports are from people's skin. They are skin abraded from feet by the violence of the disappearance of people with real weight. More people than you could count without losing track. The weight and abrasion of their disappearance leaves little bits of soft tender feet behind, bits and shards and curls of skin that dirty and darken and tan as they lie tiny and smeared in the sun at the end of the board. They pile up and get smeared and mixed together. They darken in two circles. — David Foster Wallace

We all get so afraid. We need to be brave. — Nina LaCour

It thanked her for the life she breathed into hits being; without her influence, this little being would not have been in the Garden of Glory. — H. L. Balcomb