No Tengas Miedo Quotes & Sayings

First time that I cried at a work of art was at a drum solo that I saw. A drummer named Winard Harper, part of the Billy Taylor Trio, gave back in - I would have been in high school - 2005 or something. — Damien Chazelle

Don't feel shy - kiss. Kiss just to feel the joy of life and to get lost in the beauty of love. — Debasish Mridha

It is clear that a temporary increase in the cap is needed to ensure high-tech companies can hire the specialized personnel they need to continue to help fuel California's economic growth. — Pete Wilson

While we flatter ourselves that things remain the same, they are changing under our very eyes from year to year, from day to day. — Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Can you see a serene island in the middle of a stormy ocean? And the wise man is that calm island! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

It is the lesbian in us who is creative, for the dutiful daughter of the fathers in us is only a hack. — Adrienne Rich

Proverbs are always platitudes until you have personally experienced the truth of them. — Aldous Huxley

Nature indifferently copied is far superior to the best idealities. — John James Audubon

I don't write music for sissy ears. — Charles Ives

Eli drew his fingers through a ring of water on the table. "I don't want to be forgotten." He said it so softly he worried Victor wouldn't hear, not over the chatter of the bar, but he clamped his hand down on Eli's shoulder. For a moment he looked so serious, but then he let go and slumped back in his seat. "Tell you what," said Victor. "You remember me, and I'll remember you, and that way we won't be forgotten." "That's shit logic, Vic." "It's perfect." "And what happens when we're dead?" "We won't die, then." "You make cheating death sound so simple." "We do seem awfully good at it," said Victor cheerfully. He lifted his glass. "To never dying." Eli lifted his. "To being remembered." Their glasses clinked as Eli added, "Forever. — Victoria Schwab

Love, as is told by the seers of old,
Comes as a butterfly tipped with gold,
Flutters and flies in sunlit skies,
Weaving round hearts that were one time cold. — Algernon Charles Swinburne