Jueguegos Quotes & Sayings

All art is but imitation of nature. — Lucius Annaeus Seneca

Maybe you are Saul's quarter-life crisis, but so what? Maybe he's yours. Or maybe you two are the luckiest people in the world and you've just found your fireworks-in-the-sky, holding-hands-until-you-die Forever Person. Guess what? There are drawbacks either way.
Maybe you break up and it sucks, but then you heal and move on and fall in love again. Or maybe this is it, the last person you'll ever have butterflies for, your last first kiss, but you get to grow up together, start your life together sooner. And you know what else? You don't have to be afraid to walk away either way... — Emily Henry

The California fever is not likely to take us off ... There is neither romance nor glory in digging for gold after the manner of the pictures in the geography of diamond washing in Brazil. — Rutherford B. Hayes

Evolutionary dynamics has no need of vast abstract spaces, like all the possible viable animals, DNA sequences, sets of proteins, or biological laws. Better, as the theoretical biologist Stuart A. Kauffman proposes, to think of evolutionary dynamics as the exploration in time by the biosphere of what can happen next: the "adjacent possible." The same goes for the evolution of technologies, economies, and societies. — Anonymous

We all accept too easily that life has to be hard and forget to make sure we have the most fun we can. — Amy Schumer

I also watched a lot of football and sports. I haven't had much time to watch too much TV lately. — Casper Van Dien

It seems to me that television is exactly like a gun. Your enjoyment of it is determined by which end of it you're on. — Alfred Hitchcock

I love him and he loves me and we're as happy as can be. — Heather Wolf

She was bedridden falling a fall which broke her hip. X-rays showed that she had cancer of the colon which had already spreed. To my surprise I found her cheerful and free of pain, perhaps because of the small doses of morphine she was being given. She was surrounded by neighbours and friends who congregated at her bedside day and night. In this cosy, noisy, gregarious world of the "all-chinese" sickbed, so different from the stark, sterile solitude of the American hospital room, her life had assumed the astounding quality of a continuous farewell party. — Adeline Yen Mah