Santoscoy Rene Quotes & Sayings

Not that I condone fascism, or any -ism for that matter. -Ism's in my opinion are not good. A person should not believe in an -ism, he should believe in himself. I quote John Lennon, "I don't believe in Beatles, I just believe in me." Good point there. After all, he was the walrus. I could be the walrus. I'd still have to bum rides off people. — Ferris Bueller

You know more than you think you know, just as you know less than you want to know. — Oscar Wilde

The ministry of the church is a genuine concern for others. We need to stop talking about it and start doing it. Rise.
Rise and shine, friend. Everyone you meet today is on heaven's Most Wanted list. — Charles R. Swindoll

I am not cake," Drake growled and pointed to the actual cake on the table. "That is cake. And I am not puffy, I'm studly. So there. — Sean Michael

I keep everything that's private private. — Kate Bosworth

I realized that my pleasure wasn't lessened by his absence, that what was surely a betrayal (we had our contract, though it had never been signed, never set in words at all) had only refined our encounter, allowing him to become more vividly present to me even as I was left alone on my stained knees, and allowing me, with all the freedom of fantasy, to make of him what I would. — Garth Greenwell

Authority to dream is not given, it is taken. Take it. Do not let the judgment of others be the final word. Without a doubt, if there is a one-word, one-step cure for bad peg moments, that word is perseverance. Let that be your final word. — J. Loren Norris

The true story is vicious and multiple and untrue after all. Why do you need it? Don't ever ask for the true story. — Margaret Atwood

Places like India can give you a real culture shock because of the poverty you see, and it brings you up sharply. — Terry Wogan

But laugh?" He pressed the flat of his hand against my stomach. "Here lives laugh." He ran his finger straight up to my mouth and spread his fingers. "Push back laugh is not good. Not healthy."
"Also cry?" I asked. I traced an imaginary tear down my cheek with one finger.
"Also cry." He put his hand on his own belly. "Ha ha ha," he said, pressing his hand to show me the motion of his stomach. Then his expression changed to sad. "Huh huh huh," he heaved with exaggerated sobs, pressing his stomach again. "Same place. Not healthy to push down. — Patrick Rothfuss

Girl in school, she was hot as a two-dollar — John L. Parker Jr.