Liga Espa Ola Quotes & Sayings

The greatest endowment god bestowed on man. ... was reason!
He then took it away with emotion.
Ganasis
Zachania — Joseph Henry Gaines

Solitude was corrupting me. — Vladimir Nabokov

As one of my creative writing professors once said, there are only seven plots. What makes those plots different is how you handle them, your voice, your style, and your way of thinking. That's all. People can mimic your style, but they can never achieve your unique point of view. — Kristine Kathryn Rusch

All the good of which humanity is capable is comprised in obedience. — John Stuart Mill

To me heaven would be a big bull ring with me holding two barrera seats and a trout stream outside that no one else was allowed to fish in and two lovely houses in the town; one where I would have my wife and children and be monogamous and love them truly and well and the other where I would have my nine beautiful mistresses on nine different floors. — Ernest Hemingway,

My parents and grandparents did not tolerate idle thoughts or behavior. If the action did not have a purpose or lead you in a positive direction, their feeling was "why bother?" This is how I was built. This is why I refuse to fail. — Carlos Wallace

You can't let other men impose their will on you or life's not worth living. — Mario Puzo

Spiritual balance is to be straight with yourself. — Frederick Lenz

Without love...
I can't feel much.
Without dreams...
I can't accomplish much.
Without God...
I am nothing much! — Timothy Pina

He slithers his arms about — Lena Black

Where there is meaning, there is paradigm, and where there is paradigm (opposition), there is meaning ... elliptically put: meaning rests on conflict (the choice of one term against another), and all conflict is generative of meaning: to choose one and refuse the other is always a sacrifice made to meaning, to produce meaning, to offer it to be consumed. — Roland Barthes

Today only happens once in a lifetime. Make the most of it. — Michael Ray

Whoever has seen the universe, whoever has beheld the fiery designs of the universe, cannot think in terms of one man, of that man's trivial fortunes or misfortunes, though he be that very man. That man has been he and now matters no more to him. What is the life of that other to him, the nation of that other to him, if he, now, is no one? This is why I do not pronounce the formula, why, lying here in the darkness, I let the days obliterate me. — Jorge Luis Borges