Meias Personalizadas Quotes & Sayings

In every area, working with what you habitually reject is one of the best ways to facilitate growth and transformation. — Bernie Glassman

I've tried to approach environmentalism the same way I do my climbing: by setting small, concrete goals that build on each other. — Alex Honnold

This garden is no metaphor - more a task that swallows you into itself, earth using, as always, everything it can. — Jane Hirshfield

Days go by when I do nothing but underline the damp edge of myself. — Mary Szybist

Individuals can spend their money more wisely, efficiently and more humanely than can government. — Larry Elder

I've always love how food preserves a memory. — Piolo Pascual

I hadn't accepted he was seriously ill. The idea that someone so close to you couldn't wake up was utterly incomprehensible. Then the doctor came in ... Maurice had no brain left. There wasn't any activity at all. — Robin Gibb

Nicely, thank you, Mr. Laurence. But I am not Miss March, I'm only Jo," returned the young lady.
"I'm not Mr. Laurence, I'm only Laurie."
"Laurie Laurence, what an odd name."
"My first name is Theodore, but I don't like it, for the fellows called me Dora, so I made them say Laurie instead."
"I hate my name, too, so sentimental! I wish every one would say Jo instead of Josephine. How did you make the boys stop calling you Dora?"
"I thrashed 'em."
"I can't thrash Aunt March, so I suppose I shall have to bear it." And Jo resigned herself with a sigh — Louisa May Alcott

Cade was a vampire. Zach had finally gotten over that. For the most part. Other people could argue about how vampires didn't exist, how they were just relics of folklore and sexual repression and nightmares. Zach had to work with Cade. Denial only got in the way. — Christopher Farnsworth

It looked so quiet and peaceful around. But the stillness was the sleep of swords. — Zora Neale Hurston

There once was a poor man who walked around without shoes. His feet were covered in calluses. One day a rich man felt sorry for the poor man and bought him a pair of Nikes. The poor man was extremely grateful and wore the shoes constantly.
Well after a year or so, the shoes fell apart. So the poor man had to go back to running around barefoot, only now all his calluses were gone and his feet got all cut up and soon the cuts became infected and the man got sick and eventually, after they cut off his legs, he died.
I call that particular story "Love, Death & Nikes." A real cheer me up story for Mr. Monster. That's right! All for you. Oh and something else: fuck you Mr. Monster. — Mark Z. Danielewski

A man who knows a thing, who is aware of a given danger, and sees the possibility of a remedy with his own eyes, has the duty and obligation, by God, not to work 'silently,' but to stand up before the whole public against the evil and for its cure. — Adolf Hitler

I'm sorry it's had to be this hard. But if I hadn't walked this path, who would I be? At the moment I felt at the center of my life, the dream still braided like sweetgrass in my memory. I remembered Duffy's challenge. Imagine a world worth living in, a world worth fighting for. I closed my eyes and allowed my hopes to soar. I heard the beatings of wings nearby. I opened my eyes. A young man on a nearby rooftop released his pigeons, like dreams, into the dawn. — Leslie Feinberg

Art is revelation instead of information, expression instead of description, creation instead of imitation or repetition. Art is concerned with the HOW, not the WHAT; not with literal content, but with the performance of the factual content. The performance - how it is done - that is the content of art. — Josef Albers