Jobyna Briones Quotes & Sayings

Reaches past her back and holds one of her hands. Silence — Pete Hamill

Nothing but love can answer to love; no affection, no kindness, no care, can supply its place: it is its own sweet want. — Letitia Elizabeth Landon

We were resigned to suffering, thinking that we loved outside ourselves, and we perceive that our love is a function of our sorrow, that our love perhaps is our sorrow.. — Marcel Proust

Hello. Do I know you?"
She smiled, showing surprisingly tiny white teeth, like a baby's, swaddled in pink gums. She said "Esmeralda Ulloa, I would hope that you know me. But I doubt you do."
I rocked back on my heels as she leaned in close, her black eyes snapping. "Tell your uncle I have what he's looking for," she said softly. "And if he asks me nicely, I might give it to him." She smiled again. "I'd rather give it to you, though. If you ask. — Elise Forier Edie

We make a living by what we get. We make a life by what we give. — Winston S. Churchill

Take one step to the side and it's all absurd. — Leonard Cohen

I do think that Social Security reform needs to be bipartisan, and we are going to have to reach that in this debate at some time before we can find really meaningful reform. — Judy Biggert

Another cultural thing that's really creepy. It's not like in the '60s, where there were definitely great high points of creativity where people were trying to outdo each other to be noticed even — J. Robbins

Thus it comes
That earth, without her seasons of fixed rains,
Could bear no produce such as makes us glad,
And whatsoever lives, if shut from food,
Prolongs its kind and guards its life no more. — Lucretius

The tortoise moves very slowly, it moves towards whatever the goal is, to keep a democratic capitalistic society functioning. — Lewis Black

I get to be a teenager like every other teenager, but I have a passion and a great goal in life. — Bindi Irwin

The moon just crapped the bed. — Joe Teti

If you were alone when you were born, alone when you were dying, really absolutely alone when you were dead, why "learn to be alone" in between? If you had forgotten, it would quickly come back to you. Aloneness was like riding a bike. At gunpoint. With the gun in your own hand. Aloneness was the air in your tires, the wind in your hair. You didn't have to go looking for it with open arms. With open arms, you fell off the bike: I was drinking my wine too quickly. — Lorrie Moore