Na Estrada Quotes & Sayings

I stand behind everything I've done. — Marcus Samuelsson

Christmas is a blanket that warms our cold hearts. — Toni Sorenson

Pages and pages and pages with words all over the pages. My goodness, what fun. What fun to write whatever words occur. — Jonah Winter

I will call them my people, which were not my people; and her beloved, which was not beloved. — Toni Morrison

Perhaps grief is like battle: After experiencing enough of it, your body's instincts take over. When you see it closing in like a Martial death squad, you harden your insides. You prepare for the agony of a shredded heart. And when it hits, it hurts, but not as badly, because you have locked away your weakness, and all that's left is anger and strength. — Sabaa Tahir

Tyrants never perish from tyranny, but always from folly,-when their fantasies have built up a palace for which the earth has no foundation. — Walter Savage Landor

If you really want something, you'll make it work. — Rita Ora

what this instruction cannot give is the deepest benefit of any art, be it of making, or of knowing, or of experiencing: which is self-expression and self-discovery. — John Fowles

I'm doubtful about the temper of your flamingo. Shall I try the experiment? — Lewis Carroll

I think supporting casts in comics are missing. I think a lot of the time in comics, all we have are people in costumes talking to other people in costumes, superheroes talking to superheroes and supervillains, and that's it. — Geoff Johns

Out of the clouds I hear a faint bark, as of a faraway dog. It is strange how the world cocks its ear to that sound, wondering. Soon it is louder: the honk of geese, invisible, but coming on.
The flock emerges from the low clouds, a tattered banner of birds, dipping and rising, blown up and blown down, blown together and blown apart, but advancing, the wind wrestling lovingly with each winnowing wing. When the flock is a blur in the far sky I hear the last honk, sounding taps for summer.
It is warm behind the driftwood now, for the wind has gone with the geese. So would I
if I were the wind. — Aldo Leopold