Mierdas Grandes Quotes & Sayings

And what is your current complaint?"
I don't like Barrayar, I want to go home, my father-in-law wants to murder my baby, half my friends are running for their lives, and I can't get ten minutes alone with my husband, whom you people are consuming before my eyes, my feet hurt, my head hurts, my soul hurts ...
It was all too complicated. The poor man just wanted something to put in his blank, not an essay.
"Fatigue," Cordelia managed at last. — Lois McMaster Bujold

I live not too far from it in New York City. — Piper Perabo

It's a very independent male creature that lives alone, and a lot of independent females who live alone. It's all very sad but it's much easier for both sexes to do it this way nowadays. — Bette Davis

I could heal you-"
"No," he says, sharply enough that it startles me. "Everyone is dead. Gavin, Jedro, Melita ... All gone. My life, my friends. I lived for the blink of an eye. But I've been dying for a very long time. — Rae Carson

I like things to feel a touch unfinished; sweatpants with heels, or tennis shoes with a trouser. Those things are important. — Jenna Lyons

I'm emotionally in tune with my feelings and what people mean to me, and I have no trouble saying it and relating to it. — Ray Liotta

Fear of the unknown is a terrible fear. — Joan D. Vinge

I don't take so-called "vacations" often. In fact vacations are more stressful than the lives my wife and I worked hard to set up for ourselves in New York. It seems like being on vacation is like normal living, which is not very satisfying. It means we're figuring out what to make for lunch today, and that seems like such an absurd way to live. The issue of dealing with that doesn't seem to be so prominent back home. It sounds so silly and ridiculous, but it's really the way it is. We love what we do, so I prefer being in the studio; that's really living for me. — Ryan McGinness

I, poor creature, worn out with scribbling for my bread and my liberty, low in spirits and weak in health, must leave others to wear the laurels which I have sown, others to eat the bread which I have earned. A common case. — John Adams