Pulverizador Quotes & Sayings

Remember, what you focus on expands; results follow focus. — Marcus Buckingham

My favorite audience is everybody. I worked in a drive-in theater from the time I was 8 years old until I went to college, and I'm accustomed to everybody can buy a ticket and everybody should be taken into account. — Twyla Tharp

Susan Boyle having a meltdown is not controversial. It's human for a 48-year-old recluse to get a little wigged out when she finds herself on the world stage overnight. — Shawn Amos

No one has too much time on their hands, even if they had the ability to live five-hundred years. — K.R. Royal

Indeed, I was unable to find any evidence whatsoever of the occurrence of a drastic evolutionary acceleration and genetic reconstruction in widespread, populous species. — Ernst Mayr

The thing that made Groucho special was the way he used his body parts. He also had a wicked tongue. People didn't realize it, but when Groucho said something, he meant it. — Sidney Sheldon

She simply stood there and waited for him to show her the next move. And hoped it only involved sword fighting and not seduction. — C.C. Hunter

You're not limited to your body as you've known your body. In the deepest levels of you being in your deepest body, there is nowhere that your body is not, and with that body you're able to think. — John De Ruiter

For style beyond the genius never dares. — Petrarch

I write books for young adults because I truly connect with them on some very deep level. They are our hope, our future, and inspiring them to be the best they can be is very important to me. — Ellen Hopkins

The Wistful A shirt is for unbuttoning. A name is for forgetting. Drunk is for getting. And hillocks are for sitting on and sighing, when, struck numb by the sun's delinquent shining, you resign to a strychnine indecisiveness that's meant to discredit you. You don't know what to do. Or how. Or who. Or if it even matters, now, to boot. And it suits you absolutely, this languor, this drag. Such as they were, your lusts have been scissored in half. And your heart. That blood-blue slab of vena cava and ventricle, receptacle of kept loves, villain, vile, and trivial - it will take a final beating then throw in its towel. Then brake. Then coast. Then slow to an almost stock-still throb. Then - if you're lucky - it stops. — Jill Alexander Essbaum