Optimista En Quotes & Sayings

Well, why do you want a political career? Have you ever been in the House of Commons and taken a good square look at the inmates? As weird a gaggle of freaks and sub-humans as was ever collected in one spot. — P.G. Wodehouse

I once murdered someone and American Express covered everything. — Lorrie Moore

He made no empty promises, nor the craven excuse that his hands were tied by more powerful forces in the world than himself. — Mario Puzo

What a strange tune is this, that comes out of the music of Spring.
It seems like the tune of yellow leaves.
Spring has stored up its tears in secret for us all this while.
It was afraid we should not understand it, because we were so youthful.
It wanted to beguile us with smiles.
But we shall sleep our hearts tonight in the sadness of the other shore. — Rabindranath Tagore

Having reached this conclusion, he had proceeded to woo Perry, flatter him - pretend, for example, that he believed all the buried-treasure stuff and shared his beachcomber yearnings and seaport longings, none of which appealed to Dick, who wanted "a regular life," with a business of his own, a house, a horse to ride, a new car, and "plenty of blond chicken. — Truman Capote

We are not separate. Our sense of separateness is superficial and exist only in the physical dimension. In our human element, we are not separate; we're very much connected. Every other human being is just as precious as we are, and worthy of as much respect and love and consideration. This understanding needs to manifest in our conduct in each moment. This is the part of the Work that will transform you. — A.H. Almaas

Mine. He was mine, and not even death would take him from me - not if I could help it. — Patricia Briggs

I know you think hiding is your best option. But trust me, you have to feel something in order to heal. Ignoring pain only makes it worse."~Asher Powell — Tammy L. Gray

Man ever talks, and Man ever dreams Of better days that are yet to be, After glittering goal, that distant gleams, Running and racing untiringly. The worldly may grow old and young as it will, But the Hope of man is Improvement still. Hope bears him into life in her arms, She flutters around the boy's young bloom, The soul of youth with her magic warms, Nor rests with age in the silent tomb; For ends man his weary course at the grave, There plants he Hope o'er his ashes to wave. — Friedrich Schiller

A subject emerges from an interaction between my self, my I, and my medium. — Robert Motherwell