Ingenieros Estructurales Quotes & Sayings

I didn't thank God. Doctor Carter, do you think everything happened the way it did because I forgot to thank God? Do you think that God might somehow be as petty as I am? — Monika Basile

One of the great pleasures of mental health (whatever that is) is how much less time I have to spend thinking about myself. — Susanna Kaysen

Your life has purpose and meaning. Don't devalue yourself giving someone else meaning. — Michelle Cook-Hall

Shoes, unlike feet, are not something you're born with. So you can choose what you want. At first be guided in your choice by people with experience, later by your own experience. Before long you will become so accustomed to your shoes that every nail will be like a finger to feel out the rock and cling to it. They will become a sensitive and dependable instrument, like a part of yourself. And yet, you're not born with them; when they're worn out, you'll throw them away and still remain what you are. — Rene Daumal

historic eruptions, — Kate Messner

Hopeless heart that thrives on paradox; that longs for the beloved and is secretly relieved when the beloved is not there. — Jeanette Winterson

Theology is a thing of unreason altogether, an edifice of assumptions and dreams, a superstructure without a substructure — Ambrose Bierce

If you can't save yourself from attack by being powerful - and I, palpably, have no power. My hands are empty - then perhaps you can save yourself from attack by being ruined, instead. Blow yourself up before the enemy gets to you. — Caitlin Moran

[Peace] cannot be honorable or secure, if the sovereign betrays a pusillanimous aversion to war. — Edward Gibbon

You would quit the Order for her? Niko asked, the youngest only behind Dante, and a warrior who relished his duty perhaps even more than Dante had himself.
I would quit breathing for her, if she asked it of me. — Lara Adrian

The path of Truth is as narrow as it is straight. Even so is that of ahimsa. — Mahatma Gandhi

It is depressing to hear the unfortunate or dying man jest. — Anton Chekhov