La Raza Cosmica Quotes & Sayings
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Apparently he still had fantasies about me though, fantasies that would get him castrated if he didn't leave me alone. "Get yourself a pocket pussy if you're that hard up." Yeah, I knew I was inciting the whole tail pulling thing. What could I say, I thrived on danger. "Bitch, you'll rue your words when you are mine. — Eve Langlais
The subtlest beauties in our life are unseen and unheard. — Khalil Gibran
Do not disturb yourself with vain curiosity concerning the affairs of others, nor how they conduct themselves, unless your position makes it your duty to do so. - VEN. LOUIS DE BLOIS. — Various
Oh, oh, I'm so sorry I just forgot that what I ask it can not be answered why??
You don't the rights to answer it, you don't have the guts, you are afraid aren't you? — Deyth Banger
In Living in Spanglish I posit the coming of existence of this forwars-looking race that obliterates all races, stripping away Vasaconelos's petty resentment of Anglo culture and patronizing Euro-centrist, and acknowledge a cultural-economic inevitability that is hemispheric in nature.
Note: Jose Vasaconelos wrote 1925 essay "La Raza cosmica" [The Cosmic Race] asserting, "Por mi raza hablara mi espiritu [The Spirit will speak through my race. — Ed Morales
Why do you need worldly things to define you? Why do you need a rank or a status to tell others who you are? Why concern yourself with the capricious opinions of others who are less impressed with who you really are and more impressed by the carefully crafted image you present to them - an image that is entirely surface with no inherent value? Take away the things and the status and see who notices you. — Donna Lynn Hope
Death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit. — Tyler Joseph
Speak on, madame, speak on, Queen," said Buckingham; "the sweetness of your voice covers the harshness of your words. — Alexandre Dumas
He knew very well that love could be like the most beautiful singing, that it could make death inconsequential, that it existed in forms so pure and strong that it was capable of reordering the universe. He knew this, and that he lacked it, and yet as he stood in the courtyard of the Palazzo Venezia, watching diplomats file quietly out the gate, he was content, for he suspected that to command the profoundest love might in the end be far less beautiful a thing than to suffer its absence. — Mark Helprin
