Intercambios Internacionales Quotes & Sayings

I'm not interested in being fearful. I'm not a good flyer, but that doesn't stop me. — Kate Hudson

The only sure thing about luck is that it will change. — Bret Harte

The silver years of the Chatwins are long ago now, and the years since have been forged from baser metals. You — Lev Grossman

In the hill country, civilization steals in last, and the people retain much of the crude but vigorous mode of expression of the colonial days and earlier. — Robert E. Howard

One of the things I love about theater, one of the reasons I'll never give it up, is that it's fifty percent the audience's responsibility. — William Petersen

Among the hills, when you sit in the cool shade of the white poplars, sharing the peace and serenity of distant fields and meadows - then let your heart say in silence, "God rests in reason." And when the storm comes, and the mighty wind shakes the forest, and thunder and lightning proclaim the majesty of the sky, - then let your heart say in awe, "God moves in passion. — Kahlil Gibran

I feel like I'm stepping into a place of spiritual contemplation every time I enter a studio; it's always had a certain magic to me that has never worn off with familiarity. — David Knopfler

It isn't important what you do, it is the attitude with which you proceed through the world that matters. — Jenny Diski

The secret belongs only to the Maker of good and faithful dogs. — John Buchan

if beauty were time, you'd be eternity — Shannon Dermott

When I recorded Contra la Puerta, I never really thought out doing the material live. Mostly because I haven't really seen any electronic music performed live in an interesting way. — Jim Coleman

Miles gathered his reins, tensed one calf, and shifted his weight slightly, and Fat Ninny responded with a neat half turn and two precise back steps. The thick-set roan gelding could not have been mistaken by the most ignorant urbanite for a fiery steed, but Miles adored him, for his dark and liquid eye, his wide velvet nose, his phlegmatic disposition equally unappalled by rushing streams or screaming aircars, but most of all for his exquisite dressage-trained responsiveness. Brains before beauty. Just being around him made Miles calmer; the beast was an emotional blotter, like a purring cat. Miles patted Fat Ninny on the neck. "If anybody asks," he murmured, "I'll tell them your name is Chieftain." Fat Ninny waggled one fuzzy ear, heaving a whooshing, barrel-chested sigh. Grandfather — Lois McMaster Bujold