Lucrecia Roces Quotes & Sayings

One cannot conquer the evil in himself by resisting it ... but by transmuting its energies into other forms. The energy that expresses itself in the form of evil is the same energy which expresses itself in the form of good; and thus the one may be transmuted into the other. — Charles Henry Mackintosh

No challenge, no matter how insignificant, can be left unanswered. Even a cry in the wilderness must be acknowledged, because someone might have heard it. — Ilona Andrews

grounded hope" - the understanding that if you take action you can make things better. — Sheryl Sandberg

How come people don't do things like that nowadays? You grope around in the back of a sedan in high school and you think you're in love. Nobody gets swept off their feet anymore. — Jodi Picoult

A.E. Matthews ambled through This Was a Man like a charming retriever who has buried a bone and can't quite remember where. — Noel Coward

At some point the entire population of the earth is gonna have to look back at the kind of essence of spirituality which is basically caring about each other. — Sinead O'Connor

The parts that embarrass you the most are usually the most interesting poetically, are usually the most naked of all, the rawest, the goofiest, the strangest and most eccentric and at the same time, most representative, most universal ... That was something I earned from Kerouac, which was that spontaneous writing could be embarrassing ... The cure for that is to write the thing down which you will not publish and which you won't show people. To write secretly ... so you can actually be free to say anything you want. — Allen Ginsberg

Bam! That's me off the cuff. Blunt and in your face. No editing. I think it. I say it. You read it. Sometimes I don't even think it, I just say it. — Stephen Colbert

Meeting you was a disaster."
She raised a brow. "Thank you."
Djel, he was terrible at this. He stumbled on, trying to make her understand. "But I am grateful for that disaster. I needed a catastrophe to shake me from the life I knew. You were an earthquake, a landslide."
"I," she said, planting a hand on her hip, "am a delicate flower."
"You aren't a flower, you're every blossom in the wood blooming at once. You are a tidal wave. You're a stampede. You are overwhelming. — Leigh Bardugo