Rumberos Del Quotes & Sayings

What a cruel thing is war: to separate and destroy families and friends, and mar the purest joys and happiness God has granted us in this world; to fill our hearts with hatred instead of love for our neighbors, and to devastate the fair face of this beautiful world. — Robert E.Lee

In 1999 the RAND Corporation published a report (the first and, so far, last of its kind) with a "conservative estimate" that more than 307 million tissue samples from more than 178 million people were stored in the United States alone. This number, the report said, was increasing by more than 20 million samples each year. The samples come from routine medical procedures, tests, operations, clinical trials, and research donations. They sit in lab freezers, on shelves, or in industrial vats of liquid nitrogen. They're stored at military facilities, the FBI, and the National Institutes of Health. — Rebecca Skloot

What Jack didn't understand was that no matter where he went, the same asshole got off the plane. — Stephen King

Now, go call yer fiance and tell him ye've just come from the arms of a Scottish laird who desires ye more than his next breath. Fer I mean to have ye, Paisley, and I'll enter the bowels of hell to fight fer your heart." Heslowly slid her down his frame, determination blazing from his eyes.
Oh, dear Lord. He means it. She spun and hurried from Creighton's office as if the hounds of hell nipped at her heels. — Vonnie Davis

Slavery was the betrayal of the American Promise at the moment that promise was made. — Steve Erickson

If a foreign country doesn't look like a middle-class suburb of Dallas or Detroit, then obviously the natives must be dangerous as well as badly dressed. — Lewis H. Lapham

The way I treat my body is not disconnected from the way I treat my family or the commitment I have to peace on our earth. — Jack Kornfield

Writing about something was not the moral equivalent of doing it, — Ralph Keyes

Close your eyes,' Andre commanded. 'Nuh uh. Last time I did that I woke up in the morgue. — Laura Thalassa

I loved them, and would always love them. But there was no place where they could fit anymore, so I had nowhere to put all the things I felt. I didn't know what to do with them, and they didn't know what to do with me, and isn't that just like life? — Nick Hornby

There are some writers I think who love to go around and visit bookstores and just interact. — Lincoln Child