Imperialismo Economico Quotes & Sayings

One must know a bad performance to know a good one. You can't be middle-of-the-road about it, just as you can't be middle-of-the-road about life. I mean, you can't say about Hitler, I can take him or leave him. Well, I can't be middle-of-the-road about a performance, especially my own. I feel that if I can vomit at seeing a bad performance, I'm ahead of the game. — Patricia Bosworth

That feeling of being 19 or 20 and 'hot' in Hollywood was so intense. — Elizabeth McGovern

Seeing the small is called clarity. — Laozi

He must be provided with a claque. It will be your task, Jeeves, — P.G. Wodehouse

- Do you deceive and entrap him, Estella?
- Yes, and many others - all of them but you. — Charles Dickens

I have sold my soul. Just sign right here. — Zakk Wylde

Poor me, poor me, pour me another. — George Galloway

My basic notion regarding the matter of historical recognition is basically, it's a matter that should be left to the good hands of historians and experts. — Shinzo Abe

Tis like the dripping of some stagnant rain
From the housetops of a ruined city
Upon the flagstones. Not one petal clings
Upon the stalk of life or memory. Stain
Not one pale thought with blushes ; my soul's dead
As a corpse flung out of the tideway on
The stinking flats of London mud. — Aleister Crowley

Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers, smearing shabby clothes. — Jethro Tull

To me, nothing ever feels like a sure thing. I cling to that because it's very important you don't ever think anything is a sure thing. — John Hurt

If you have WANNA, you can do ANYTHING!! - The Caterpillar That Wouldn't Change — Nancy S. Mure

The 'Lost' pilot was wide enough and included enough things so that when Season Five came, and we spent half of the year in 1973, nobody cried foul. It felt like it was already a part of the DNA. — Edward Kitsis

You know those afternoons," he asks, drawing a shaking breath, "where you're just going along, doing fine, and then afternoon comes and it feels like you've just got the wind knocked out of you and everything is wrong?" He sighs and slowly pushes himself so he's sitting upright. His shoulders are slumped. "That's all," he says. "It's just one of those afternoons."
We are silent for a minute. Then he lies back down on the couch.
I should say I love him. I should say it will be all right. But it won't.
I walk down the hall to my bedroom. I lie down on my side and stare at the wall, the blue-flowered wallpaper next to my nose. Despite my best efforts, I start to cry.
I know those afternoons. — Marya Hornbacher

Lose the dress first next time. So you don't deprive me of the chance to see you naked, again. — Lisa Carlisle