Paraguayan Women Quotes & Sayings

But I'll tell you something else, too. Something I've learned, the hard way. I guess" - Gram laughed a little - "I'm the kind of person who has to learn things the hard way. You've got to hold on. Hold on to people. They can get away from you. It's not always going to be fun, but if you don't - hold on - then you lose them. — Cynthia Voigt

O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love you, you express me better than I can express myself. — Walt Whitman

When the bones of prehistoric animals began to be discovered and scrutinized in the nineteenth century, there were those who said that the fossils had been placed in the rock by god, in order to test our faith. This cannot be disproved. Nor can my own pet theory that, from the patterns of behavior that are observable, we may infer a design that makes planet earth, all unknown to us, a prison colony and lunatic asylum that is employed as a dumping ground by far-off and superior civilizations. However, I was educated by Sir Karl Popper to believe that a theory that is unfalsifiable is to that extent a weak one. — Christopher Hitchens

Strophe and counterstrophe reached their epode. — Dorothy Dunnett

Anywhere I hang my heart is home ... it's just the closet that keeps moving. — Wavy Gravy

God is the Sun and when His rays fall upon your heart, not impeded by the clouds of egoism, the lotus blooms and the petals unfold. — Sathya Sai Baba

WE MUST DEVISE A SYSTEM IN WHICH PEACE IS MORE REWARDING THAN WAR. — Margaret Mead

Every choice eventually leads to wisdom. — Dan Millman

When I say or do something I do it, I don't give a damn what you think, I'm doing this for me.. — Eminem

When I'm writing a song for another artist, I purposefully make it not for me; otherwise, I get too attached. — Keri Hilson

BLAM! BLOOEY!
Twin thunderstorms struck Chesapeake Bay at about the same hour two weeks apart in the last spring and summer of the eighth decade of the twentieth century of the Christian era and bracketed our story like artillery zeroing in. — John Barth

What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked, wondering if I was in some crazy surrealist movie, wandering from telepathic sheriffs to homosexual assassins, to nympho lady Masons, to psychotic pirates, according to a script written in advance by two acid-heads and a Martian humorist. — Robert Shea