Mixteco Language Quotes & Sayings

New nemeses keep racing fresh, but I also find challenge in going longer, with only the distance as foe. I run my first 50-mile race, journey across the Grand Canyon and back, circumnavigate Mount St. Helens. — Don Kardong

Ambition is the last refuge of the failure — Oscar Wilde

It's easy to make the mistake of thinking that if you have something you love or there's something you want, you'll be happier with more. — Gretchen Rubin

I was obsessed with girls when I was 13 years old; I wasn't really into books. — Jamie Campbell Bower

It is the job of the market to turn the base material of our emotions into gold. — Andrei Codrescu

...when you start to feel like you are better than someone else, you should probably stick your head in a toilet because at that moment your thoughts are crap. — Ellen Potter

It was a hard struggle, but what I have in life I have earned with my own hands. I have done well, and I have an honest man's honest pride. I want no lands and honors which I have not won by my own good sense and industry. — Carol Ryrie Brink

I want to try and be instinctive as a writer and director. — Andrea Arnold

The human being either asserts autonomy by heroic self-assertion or seeks safety through fusing with a superior force: that is, one either emerges or merges, separates or embeds. One becomes one's own parent or remains the eternal child. — Irvin D. Yalom

He would like to burrow under the earth like a bulb, like a root, to where it is still warm. To hibernate with his thoughts and feelings. To remain silent with a shrivelling mouth. He wishes that all the statements, insults, promises he has uttered would become invalid, forgotten by everyone and he himself forgotten too.
But no sooner is he secured in the silence, no sooner does he fancy that he has wrapped himself up like a chrysalis, than he is no longer right. A wet, cold wind blows his absence of expectations around the corner, over a flower-stall filled with evergreens and flowers for the dead. And suddenly he is holding in his hands the snowdrops that he didn't want to buy
he who wanted to go empty-handed! The bells of the snowdrops begin to ring wildly and soundlessly, and he goes to where his ruin awaits him. Filled with expectation as never before, with the expectation and the desire for salvation accumulated through all the years. — Ingeborg Bachmann