Perdidamente Enamorada Quotes & Sayings

Does the open wound in another's breast soften the pain of the gaping wound in our own? Or does the blood which is welling from another man's side staunch that which is pouring from our own? Does the general anguish of our fellow creatures lessen our own private and particular anguish? No, no, each suffers on his own account, each struggles with his own grief, each sheds his own tears. — Alexandre Dumas

Blue Team! It's what's for breakfast! — Rebecca Stead

IF YOU LOVE TWO PEOPLE AT THE SAME TIME,CHOOSE THE SECOND ONE,BECAUSE IF YOU REALLY LOVED THE FIRSTONE YOU WOULDN'T HAVE FALLEN FOR THE SECOND. — Elaina Clements

There's always a choice," Viola says by my side.
"Oh, people like to say that," the Mayor says. "It makes them feel better. — Patrick Ness

Tom: If you love with kindness, even when you can't love with permanence, you'll deserve the one who's worthy along that path for you. — Nora Roberts

Poverty is not always because of the decisions of the poor but there could be higher explanations for it. — Oliver G. Hill

He pulled the truck onto the shoulder of the road and parked, cell phone tight in one hand, his eyes on the landscape before him. From here he could see the foothills rippling out like a blanket from the ragged edge of the mountains. They spread in loose folds until becoming the flat expanse of prairie that crossed all the way to the Great Lakes. July's bounty was a brash flare of colour: wind combed through golden tracts of wheat and sun-bright canola so brilliant he had to squint.
The truck was balanced along the edge of an invisible wall which blocked Waterton from the rest of the world. He hadn't thought about how very real that barrier was; now that his phone was reconnected, it felt like a physical presence. He wasn't quite sure what he'd find on the other side. — Danika Stone

There are no small steps in great affairs. — Jean Francois Paul De Gondi

Extending gratitude to another says, I see what you've done and I thank you for the energy you put forth. — Molly Friedenfeld

My family isn't posh; they're musicians. — Audrey Niffenegger

Where in the world did she find him? This was Manhattan and definitely not the Stone Age. I rushed to the front, huffing and puffing as if I were the wolf in "The Three Little Pigs," but of course Emma already had her puppy eyes set, ready for a battle we both knew I was going to lose. — Lacey Silks