Santibanez Aguirre Quotes & Sayings

When I was coming home from school as a youngster, and I saw my dad's car in the driveway, I would go to a friend's house. I connected my dad being there with fear. — Joe Torre

I've made films that I've given all I had to, that no one has seen. The bottom line is I want to work and I want someone to enjoy it. — Kiefer Sutherland

I can wholeheartedly apologize for not being at all sorry. And it really is the least I can do. — April Winchell

[ ... ] there come moments when we know we are no more and no less than waves and snowflakes, or than that which surely feels, now and then, from its so wonderfully charming confinement, the pull of longing: the leaf. — Robert Walser

I've always been this insane. Isn't that interesting? — Teri Garr

When we imagine Jesus' teaching in his own time and place, W ca we cannot use profiles of teachers from our own world to understand the nature of his work. Our culture is heir to the Greek tradition, where abstract reasoning and verbal prowess are the measure of the teacher. Jesus' world was different. He communicated through word pictures, dramatic actions, metaphors, and stories. Rather than lecture about religious corruption, Jesus refers to the Pharisees as "whitewashed tombs." Rather than outline the failings of the temple, he curses a fig tree. This means that we should think of Jesus as a "metaphorical theologian" for whom drama, humor, and storytelling were all a part of his method. — Gary M. Burge

Anger is one of those emotions that doesn't follow the letter of the law. It speaks before it thinks. It rears up on its hind legs and charges. — Lynn Coady

Attention as a communication medium just because it has no "content." And this makes it an invaluable instance of how people — Marshall McLuhan

Leave me with my life of the imagination. Your petty pestering, your details of real life, which all upset me to some degree, would drag me down from heaven. Each person dies as best he may; my wish is not to think of death except in my own way. — Stendhal