Pulsando Con Quotes & Sayings

The otter's picnic ground is a large rock where we always find empty turtle shells. It is rather sad, but I can't help thinking how conveniently packaged a turtle is to an otter. Like a kind of Big Mac in a crushproof box. — Louise Erdrich

Oh, goodie! I get to make the redheaded goddess mad! (Simi) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

Before seeing, before feeling, and before thinking: What is the mind? — Kusan Sunim

Perhaps it is not love that motivates effective altruists but empathy, the ability to put oneself in the position of others and identify with their feelings or emotions. Writers like de Waal and Jeremy Rifkin have seized on the idea of empathy as, to use de Waal's words, "the grand theme of our time."4 Rifkin believes that civilization has spread the reach of empathy beyond the family and the community so that it covers all of humankind. — Peter Singer

A wise word is not a substitute for a piece of herring. — Sholom Aleichem

Heat roared within him. Greedy heat. He wanted her ...
She was in over her head, and it seemed ... so was he. — Erin Kellison

I would love to be one of the few artists that hits a point of success and can go back into the studio and make another album that matters and relates to people and not go back in and be super tainted by this whole thing. — Ryan Lewis

The best thing a girl can be is a good wife and mother. It is a girl's highest calling. I hope I am ready. — Nancy E. Turner

It was the seventh deadly sin. My children weren't righteous. They stumbled because I was evil. The way I was raising them they could never be saved. They were doomed to perish in the fires of hell. — Andrea Yates

Stand out. Never fit in. — M.Q.W.

What do you do when you know you are breaking someone's heart, but to do anything else would break your own? — Laurell K. Hamilton

He walked over to Isaac and grabbed him by the shoulders. "Dude, pillows don't break. Try something that breaks."
Isaac reached for a basketball trophy from the shelf above the bed and then held it over his head as if waiting for permission.
"Yes," Augustus said. "Yes!" The trophy smashed against the floor, the plastic basketball player's arm splintering off, still grasping its ball. Isaac stomped on the trophy.
"Yes!" Augustus said. "Get it!" And then back to me, "I've been looking for a way to tell my father that I actually sort of hate basketball, and I think we've found it. — John Green