Lunares Cancerigenos Quotes & Sayings

She bought a poster of the Beatles and tacked it on the wall above her bed. On days when she was feeling strong her favorite was John, and on days when she was feeling weak her favorite was George, perhaps because there was a vulnerability to John that she was afraid to indulge without an armor of her own vitality around her. — Kevin Brockmeier

Sherrif when the man pulls that switch, Sir
And snaps my poor head back,
You make sure my pretty baby
Is sittin' right there on my lap. — Bruce Springsteen

Often what keeps us stuck and continually doing penance is the very feeling that we must pay for lack of action. We become caught in a circle of blame, condemn ourselves, feel hopeless, and feed the fire - or slow burn - by reciting like a mantra our history of inertia and self-judged wrong choices. Well, let's break that dead-end cycle of waste and regret. — Noelle Sterne

I saw no cause for their unhappiness, but I was deeply affected by it. If such lovely creatures were miserable, it was less strange that I, an imperfect and solitary being, should be wretched. — Mary Shelley

Weakness ever sympathizes with vice, because vice is a weakness which assumes the mask of strength. Madness holds reason in horror, and on all subjects it delights in the exaggerations of falsehood. The cause of all bewitchments, the poison of all philtres, the power of all sorcerers are there. — Eliphas Levi

I'm not here now. This isn't happening. You're just visiting a dream of mine. — Lisa Kleypas

I can't say I forgive her for refusing to indulge the perhapsness of what we might have been, but I understand why she chose to do it, and she never asked for my forgiveness. — Robyn Schneider

If you were mine," Anthony said, "I wouldn't leave you alone for a minute."
"I bet you say that to all the girls."
"Don't," he said. "I hate that."
"Oh you can't pretend you haven't used all your best lines on other women first. I know you, Boot. You told me, remember? — Jojo Moyes

I want to be held and told my name. I want to be valued, in ways that I am not; I want to be more than valuable. I repeat my former name; remind myself of what I once could do, how others saw me. I want to steal something. — Margaret Atwood

It had not seemed difficult, on a small income, to know what was right to do ... Now, with so much, it was daily a decision: what was necessary, what was frivolous ... It was so much gray
so little black and white; for a year she'd spent more of her time questioning herself and how she lived in Truth than she had done altogether in her life. — Laura Kinsale