Segredo Lacrado Quotes & Sayings

We are so lonely because we don't have enough friends and relatives. Human beings are supposed to live in stable, like-minded, extended families of fifty people or more. — Kurt Vonnegut

'Jolene' has been very popular all of these years, even overseas. — Dolly Parton

If I was a Marxist I'd call it the crisis of capitalism. Even though I'm not a Marxist, that seems like a not unreasonable term for the widening gap between the rich and poor that we're seeing ... — Charles Stross

I can remember the three restaurant experiences of my childhood. All I wanted to do on my birthday was to go to the Automat in New York ... but I don't know if you consider that a real restaurant. — Alice Waters

Whenever the internal dialogue stops, the world collapses, and extraordinary facets of ourselves surface, as though they had been kept heavily guarded by our words. — Carlos Castaneda

We tried poetry. We tried love. — Edgardo B. Maranan

A leaf cannot return to the bud
- bluestar to fireheart and greystripe — Erin Hunter

What are prophecies? Don't we hear them every day of the week? And if one comes true there may be seven blind and come to nothing. — Lady Gregory

You can't talk about fucking in America, people say you're dirty. But if you talk about killing somebody, that's cool. — Richard Pryor

You've got to work at living-99 and 9/10 of Americans work at dying! — Jack LaLanne

How beautiful would history have been if it could be written beforehand and then acted out like drama! — Aihebholo-oria Okonoboh

Think of it as an eight-dimensional onion.' Justine straightened her back and gave her father an exasperated look. 'Thanks, Dad. That's helpful. I always think in those terms, it really helps a lot. — Peter F. Hamilton

I'm not ashamed of my human or my lynx form. I wear clothes because people force me to. I don't need to put on a costume every morning to feel better about myself.
-Jack — Ilona Andrews

It didn't matter. I was young and we were together. — Justin Go

But all fires, of wood or grief, burn down to ashes eventually. — Robin Hobb