Mayoristas Y Quotes & Sayings

There are some kinds of sorrow that words can never reach, certain kinds of things you can never hold in the box of your thoughts, certain kinds of pain you can't soften in other people. — Roland Merullo

This has been the new normal since September 11. Everyone knows, but nobody says, that if something happens again, the elite consensus in this country, and the overwhelming consensus of the citizenry, will be to pitch the Bill of Rights out the window and start rounding folks up. — Charlie Pierce

Y'know, men and women are a lot alike in certain situations, like sitting on frozen peas after a vasectomy — Josh Stern

It's a base hit on the error by Roberts. — Jerry Coleman

If measures are taken only at the micro level, analyzing the data at the micro level is a correct way to proceed, as long as one takes into account that observations within a macro-unit may be correlated. In — Tom A.B. Snijders

Be an Inspiration for others you never know how many of people will be following you. — Hina

If whisky or salt won't cure it, then to hell with it. I worry about important things. — Florence King

Laziness has many disguises. Soon "winter doldrums" will become "spring fever." — Bernard Williams

Boredom is just "What's the use?" in disguise. And "What's the use?" is fear, and fear means you are secretly in despair. So put your fears on the page. Put anything on the page. Put three pages of it on the page. — Julia Cameron

You don't see me as the kind of knight in shining red armor? My name is already Percival, how come it doesn't turn you on? He's the ultimate fictional brooding hero."
"Let me think of possible reason why I don't see you in my regular mythology-themed fetish dream, since you assume that all girl's sex fantasy starts with bunch of homos in iron suit
Oh right, red doesn't suit you. — Rea Lidde

Absurd, irreducible; nothing
not even a profound and secret delirium of nature
could explain [a tree root]. — Jean-Paul Sartre

And the boss isn't . . ." He waggled his hands back and forth. "Ya know, mean." I nodded. I did know. I could bitch and complain about Jean-Claude all I wanted, but compared to most Masters of the City, he was a pussycat. A big, dangerous, carnivorous pussycat, but still, it was an improvement. — Laurell K. Hamilton

[G]randma was always afraid of something. She set aside time each day for dread. And not nameless dread. She was quite specific about the various tragedies stalking her. She feared pneumonia, muggers, riptides, meteors, drunk drivers, drug addicts, serial killers, tornadoes, doctors, unscrupulous grocery clerks, and the Russians. The depth of Grandma's dread came home to me when she bought a lottery ticket and sat before the tv as the numbers were called. After her first three numbers were a match, she began praying feverishly that she wouldn't have the next three. She dreaded winning, for fear that her heart would give out. — J.R. Moehringer