Mi Vida No Es Perfecto Quotes & Sayings

You know, there's this phase of people's lives in which they can't really cope on their own, and we ought to find a way to make it manageable. — Atul Gawande

Then I was working in a store in Newark, New Jersey, and I saw an actor in person, and I got so excited. My whole day changed. That's when I decided to challenge myself to make my dreams become a reality. — Derek Luke

My books were always full of ink blots, always stained and covered with smeared sketches and pictures, which one draws idly when his attention wanders from his task. — Pierre Loti

In our conditioned nature we do not understand value of something until we lose it. — Radhanath Swami

While Fledging is a different type of book, The Parable series serve as cautionary tales. I wrote the Parable books because of the direction of the country. You can call it save the world fiction, but it clearly doesn't save anything. — Octavia Butler

A photograph is just a tiny slice of a subject. A piece of them in a moment. It seems presumptuous to think you can get more than that. — Annie Leibovitz

You see, with you, the thing that scares me isn't the thought of losing you. What scares me is not having you in my life in the first place. — Melissa Collins

Pure drawing is an abstraction. Drawing and colour are not distinct, everything in nature is coloured. — Paul Cezanne

There are marvelous sea creatures whose existences can be viewed only within the deep blue sea, and similarly we all have dear secrets that can be spoken only in the habitat of the heart. — Alexandra Katehakis

If you are not there for other people, do not expect them to be there for you. In many a case one might conclude that this is part of God's sovereign justice. His grace, however, is that He Himself will always be there for you, no matter what. — Criss Jami

When you make love, you must be making love. — Woody Harrelson

If you look at a person's checkbook and datebook, you know what their religion really is. — Ravi Ravindra

O, but they say, the tongues of dying men enforce attention, like deep harmony: where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain: for they breathe truth, that breathe their words in pain. he, that no more must say, is listened more than they whom youth and ease have taught to gloze; more are men's ends marked, than their lives before: the setting sun, and music at the close, as the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last; writ in rememberance more than things long past — William Shakespeare