Juzgando A Otros Quotes & Sayings

If I could go back in time to when I wrote sad little poems, I'd punch myself right in the fucking face because it gets worse man. It gets much, much worse and the sooner we realize that, the sooner we can just start dying and I know. I know - blahblahblah, nobody gives a fuck about your broken heart, but you know something? Most days, I'm not even sure what I'm upset about. — Dan "Soupy" Campbell

You don't have to be fearless to do anything, you can be scared out of your mind. — Esperanza Spalding

The style of God venerated in the church, mosque, or synagogue seems completely different from the style of the natural universe. — Alan Watts

I just can't seem to paint nice things. — Ivan Albright

It wasn't till they were on the bridge that Delly asked RB, "So, Ferris Boyd's your favorite?" She didn't mind, mostly.
RB answered so fast, though, she knew he wasn't fibbing. "She's my favorite friend," he told her. "You're my favorite everything. — Katherine Hannigan

I'm the leadoff hitter, it's my job to lead this team. I know people say the way I go is how the Mets go, so I'll do whatever it takes. — Jose Reyes

For me, utter failure is to make a film that people pay their money to go see and they don't like. — Peter Jackson

I can't remember if I am the good sister or the evil one. — Cheryl Caldwell

I try to listen to a lot of music when I'm in the mixing process of a record, when I'm in post-production and trying to get everything to sound a certain way. — Jay Reatard

I know the problem of obesity. I got to tell you, I think that's tepid. I just don't think the bully pulpit is going to be enough to sufficiently fight obesity. We're going to have to have incentives in here. — Max Baucus

When we started, a lot of bands sounded really different from one another. — David Byrne

There are no ghosts; only the dust in the light, our breath and the wind in the quiet, and the feeling that something, or a lot of somethings, are watching us. So maybe there are ghosts after all. — Moira Fowley-Doyle

A mother's love is like an island, In life's ocean vast and wide, A peaceful, quiet shelter, From the restless, rising tide. — Helen Steiner Rice