Retroceso Sinonimos Quotes & Sayings

But I don't want to be grateful. I'm tired of being kicked about like a pebble, and told that I have to be happy that it's no worse. I've had enough. It's time the pebble kicked back. — Frances Hardinge

Philosophers there are who try to make themselves believe that this life is happy; but they believe it only while they are saying it, and never yet produced conviction in a single mind. — Samuel Johnson

The vast results obtained by Science are won by no mystical faculties, by no mental processes other than those which are practicedby every one of us, in the humblest and meanest affairs of life. A detective policeman discovers a burglar from the marks made by his shoe, by a mental process identical with that by which Cuvier restored the extinct animals of Montmartre from fragments of their bones. — Thomas Huxley

I took my work seriously, but not as a craft. More as a life. — Brooke Shields

On the one had, there's you. And on the other hand, there's America. It's bigger than you are. So you try to make sense of it. You try to figure it out, something which it resists. It's big enough and contains enough contradictions that it's perfectly happy not to be figured out. As a writer, all I could do was describe a small part of the whole. And it was too big to see. — Neil Gaiman

The problem is that rich are getting richer by not giving and poor and getting poorer by not receiving. — Santosh Kalwar

When nothing becomes the vocal
Then nothing becomes the focal
And nothing's becoming at all — Kate Kaiser

What Gaal was waiting for after the disappointment of the Jump was that first sight of Trantor. He haunted the View-room. The steel shutter-lids were rolled back at announced times and he was always there, watching the hard brilliance of the stars, enjoying the incredible hazy swarm of a star cluster, like a giant conglomeration of fireflies caught in mid-motion and stilled forever. At one time there was the cold, blue-white smoke of a gaseous nebula within five light years of the ship, spreading over the window like distant milk, filling the room with an icy tinge, and disappearing out of sight two hours later, after another Jump. — Isaac Asimov