Neglected In Spanish Quotes & Sayings

There's nothing like the first horseback ride to make a person feel better off. — Herbert V. Prochnow

Let anyone who has zeal for God come with me! Let us fight for our brothers! Let Heaven's will be done! — Conrad III Of Germany

I am hardly a technophobe. But we will get the best of these technologies only if we don't let them distract us from making these deep human connections, addressing these deep human longings, and inspiring these deep human energies. — Thomas L. Friedman

Making art is a lot about just seeing what happens if you put some energy into something. — Kiki Smith

You hear these horrible stories about the FBI just doing all these nasty things to people. And you know what? In my case, I didn't experience any of that, probably because the way I treated them. I was like, 'Okay, what do you want to know?' So I kept going back to their offices on a regular basis. — Hasan M. Elahi

Spanish civilization crushed the Indian. English civilization scorned and neglected him. French civilization embraced and cherished him. — Francis Parkman

You values are your life's worth — Sunday Adelaja

Well, I think it's important to stand as an advocate for the mentally ill. — Linda Hamilton

....my life is full of people talking to me without anyone saying anything, thousands of words but not one real conversation,..... — A.B. Turner

He offered her the world. She said she had her own. — Monique Duval

Agreeable then to my present inclination, I formed the object of my own worship, which was no other than my own understanding. — Sarah Fielding

Science, my lad, is made up of mistakes, but they are mistakes which it is useful to make, because they lead little by little to the truth. — Jules Verne

When all of this is over, no matter which one of us wins, I will not let you go so easily. Agreed? — Erin Morgenstern

It is better to be faithful than famous. — Theodore Roosevelt

Goodbye Curly. I'll see you next summer. Keep out of trouble, now, until I come back. — Juliet Marillier

Anyone could buy a green Jaguar, find beauty in a Japanese screen two thousand years old. I would rather be a connoisseur of neglected rivers and flowering mustard and the flush of iridescent pink on an intersection pigeon's charcoal neck. I thought of the vet, warming dinner over a can, and the old woman feeding her pigeons in the intersection behind the Kentucky Fried Chicken. And what about the ladybug man, the blue of his eyes over gray threaded black? There were me and Yvonne, Niki and Paul Trout, maybe even Sergei or Susan D. Valeris, why not? What were any of us but a handful of weeds. Who was to say what our value was? What was the value of four Vietnam vets playing poker every afternoon in front of the Spanish market on Glendale Boulevard, making their moves with a greasy deck missing a queen and a five? Maybe the world depended on them, maybe they were the Fates, or the Graces. Cezanne would have drawn them in charcoal. Van Gogh would have painted himself among them. — Janet Fitch

It is convention and arbitrary rewards which make all the merit and demerit of what we call vice and virtue. — Julien Offray De La Mettrie