Presagios Mayas Quotes & Sayings

Arrows of insight have to be winged by the feathers of speculation. — Bernard Cornwell

I'm creative; I'm not re-creative. — Donald Byrd

Everyone has to knit when they're here ... But not every person has to use yarn. — Kate Jacobs

My,' she said. 'We're lucky that you found the place.'
We're always lucky,' I said and like a fool I did not knock on wood. There was wood everywhere in that apartment to knock on too. — Ernest Hemingway,

I am filled with hatred for money, for battleships, for industry, for factories, for the grind, grind, grind of the machine on all our creative instincts ... — Dora Russell

The whole planet reeks of mysticism without revelation. — Dan Simmons

A great NOW will be a great WAS! A bad NOW will always be a bad WAS, and all you can hope for is a Great GONNA BE! — Sid Caesar

What a strange world it is where you can have as much sex as you like but love is taboo. I'm talking about the real thing, the grand passion, which may not allow affection or convenience or happiness. The truth is that love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down. That's the size of it, the immensity of it. It's not proper, it's not clean, it's not containable. — Jeanette Winterson

I know that Philadelphians hate New York actors passing off New York accents as Philadelphian when they are quite different. — Jacki Weaver

At the World Bank, we are already working with our clients in developing countries to improve their governance systems, collect taxes, fight corruption, and recover stolen assets. — Sri Mulyani Indrawati

He collapsed right in the middle — Robin S. Sharma

If you want something different in your life...You must do something different with your life. unknown author — John E. Forster

Poetry Is a Destructive Force
That's what misery is,
Nothing to have at heart.
It is to have or nothing.
It is a thing to have,
A lion, an ox in his breast,
To feel it breathing there.
Corazon, stout dog,
Young ox, bow-legged bear,
He tastes its blood, not spit.
He is like a man
In the body of a violent beast.
Its muscles are his own ...
The lion sleeps in the sun.
Its nose is on its paws.
It can kill a man. — Wallace Stevens

The Gospel frees us to speak honestly about the reality of pain, confident that nothing is riding on our ability to cope with or fend off suffering. — Tullian Tchividjian