Mayor Of Bogota Quotes & Sayings

I throw the rest of my thoughts into the vault in my head and lean as hard as I can to close the door. I don't quite succeed. That's been happening a lot lately. — Susan Ee

In front of a big aluminum building with a plywood cross on the roof, I kneel in a puddle and splash water on my face. I wash my mouth out with dirty gutter runoff and spit until I can't taste anything. That holy wooden "t" looms overhead, and I wonder if the Lord might ever find cause to approve of me, wherever and whatever he is.
Have you met him yet, Perry? Is he alive and well? Tell me he's not just the mouth of the sky. Tell me there's more looking down on us than that empty blue skull. — Isaac Marion

We are as happy as we think we are. — Debasish Mridha

In Echo Park, a girl with a voice was listening, and I sang for her, so that when her day came, she wouldn't be afraid. — C.D. Reiss

- What would I be singing, Vicky wondered, - if I sang out my moods? — Madeleine L'Engle

I believe all religions are becoming obsolete, clinging to ancient concepts. — John Templeton

I am moreover inclined to be concise when I reflect on the constant occupation of the citizens in public and private affairs, so that in their few leisure moments they may read and understand as much as possible. — Vitruvius

No matter who you are, not everybody is going to like what you do, so as long as you're armed with that knowledge, you'll be okay. — Mara Altman

Nathan smoothly touched the bottom with a palm. His shirt and shoes were off. When his head and chest rose out of the water, I was in awe of the muscles that were defined in his body. Unlike Silas whose bulk of muscle was smooth, Nathan was a precision machine. The ripples of muscles along his abdomen fit together like a living puzzle. A smile broke on his lips as those penetrating blue eyes fixed on my face. Did you find out? — C.L.Stone

Old Mrs. Whiton stopped waving. She stood on the steps of the old house, looking up at the sky, where clouds were piling in the northeast. That meant a storm was coming, and old Mrs. Whiton's eyes flashed. She liked storms. They were a challenge to her. She went into the house, and soon her typewriter keys were clacking wildly, furiously, as though the storm were already there and she were racing the wind of it. — Edward Eager

Wagstaff was a trim little man in a dark-blue uniform with an armband embroidered with the words CIVIL DEFENSE.
"Thank you, Headmaster, and good morning, young gentlemen. Yesterday, as I'm sure you'll remember, I spoke to you about the ways you can help your parents prepare their homes against the possibility of nuclear attack."
Clem grinned, noting Tash Harmsworth's scowl. Tash was a bugger for an incorrect proposition. — Mal Peet

I tend to employ braided narrative threads in the lyric, so often echoes (of phrases or images) will occur and will hit my ear so I can shape different resonances and shifts in tone. — Anna Journey

The terrible thing about acting is the stops and starts. — Anjelica Huston

The blood you spill is the blood of kings," seethed Dunyasha. "You are not fit for such a gift."
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Inej raised a brow and slowly wiped the blood of kings on her trousers. — Leigh Bardugo