Sipos Vera Quotes & Sayings

You become a better writer by writing. You become a better travel writer by writing about travel. — Tim Cahill

There are not enough Indians in the world to defeat the Seventh Cavalry. — George Armstrong Custer

She stares at me through her tears and then scampers on her hands and knees into my lap. I stroke her hair and marvel that this is the second naked broken chick I've comforted in my lap today. I'm beginning to feel like the fucking psychotic woman whisperer. — Anonymous

I asked myself the question, 'What do you want of your life?' and I realized with a start of recognition and terror, 'Exactly what I have - but to be commensurate, to handle it all better. — May Sarton

My people must be tried in all things, that they may be prepared to receive the glory that I have for them. — Brigham Young

You know, I just do whatever feels right to me! And so that's what you're gonna get! — Bruno Mars

Do you see that tree? It is dead but it still sways in the wind with the others. I think it would be like that with me. That if I died I would still be part of life in one way or another. — Anton Chekhov

I'm truly doing it my own way. I'm not following what the traditional # BMX route is. — Nigel Sylvester

It is on the consciousness level of the heart that we begin to understand that we are not separated from life. We begin to understand that we are not small separate islands in a great ocean, but that life is one and that we all are small parts of the Whole. We begin to understand what is really important and meaningful in life. It is on the consciousness level of the heart that we begin to understand that life is about sharing, rather than hoarding. We begin to understand that life is about giving, rather than taking. — Swami Dhyan Giten

You'll never experience the joy and tenderness of a lifelong love unless you fight for it. — Chris Fabry

Everything's more amusing when read in voices. — Tessa Dare

No one's so old that he mayn't with decency hope for one more day. — Seneca The Younger

But it is the same thing we are all seeing,
Our world. Go after it,
Go get it boy, says the man holding the stick.
Eat, says the hunger, and we plunge blindly in again,
Into the chamber behind the thought — John Ashbery

Cassava No man had touched her, but a boy-child grew in the belly of the chief's daughter. They called him Mani. A few days after birth he was already running and talking. From the forest's farthest corners people came to meet the prodigious Mani. Mani caught no disease, but on reaching the age of one, he said, "I'm going to die," and he died. A little time passed, and on Mani's grave sprouted a plant never before seen, which the mother watered every morning. The plant grew, flowered, and gave fruit. The birds that picked at it flew strangely, fluttering in mad spirals and singing like crazy. One day the ground where Mani lay split open. The chief thrust his hand in and pulled out a big, fleshy root. He grated it with a stone, made a dough, wrung it out, and with the warmth of the fire cooked bread for everyone. They called the root mani oca, "house of Mani," and manioc is its name in the Amazon basin and other places. (174) — Eduardo Galeano