Kiki Camarena Quotes & Sayings

I go down to Newport and Huntington a lot. It's more crowded than where I grew up on Phillip Island, but I think it's helped me adjust to life in America - getting into the water as much as I can. — Liam Hemsworth

Not all diseases come from bacteria and viruses, Professor. The worst often come from things you cannot see under a microscope. This plant is infested with an aggressive strain of such invisible germs. — Taona Dumisani Chiveneko

The true secret of happiness lies in the taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life. — William Morris

Man, when he is merely what he seems to be, is almost nothing. — Antonio Porchia

I was freezing in that loincloth. — Jim Caviezel

Travel, travel often, and travel more. Travel is the best way to appreciate your life. — Abhishek Kumar

Our suffering is caused by holding on to how things might have been, should have been, could have been. — Stephen Levine

I do fear him," I said, which was close to the truth. "I fear him as I fear the desert sun and poisonous snakes. They are all part of the life I live. But the sun gives light, and snakes will feed a caravan if they are caught and cooked. — E.K. Johnston

The truth," said Amar, taking a step closer to me, "is that you look neither lovely nor demure. You look like edges and thunderstorms. And I would not have you any other way. — Roshani Chokshi

Victor Serge died in exile and obscurity, apparently no more than a splinter of a splinter in the Marxist movement. But with the passage of the years, he looms up as one of the great moral figures of our time, an artist of such integrity and a revolutionary of such purity as to overshadow those who achieved fame and power. His failure was his success. I know of no participant in Russia's revolution and Spain's agonies who more deserves the attention of our concerned youth. — I. F. Stone

She felt a stealing sense of fatigue as she walked; the sparkle had died out of her, and the taste of life was stale on her lips. She hardly knew what she had been seeking, or why the failure to find it had so blotted the light from her sky: she was only aware of a vague sense of failure, of an inner isolation deeper than the loneliness about her. — Edith Wharton