Spanish Idiomatic Quotes & Sayings

Everytime I write, it's a catharsis. Even if I never got paid for it, I'd feel compelled to do it. And that's what makes a true writer. It's not how many readers you have or how many publishing contracts. Do you love to write? Then you're an author. No one can take that away from you. — Piper Vaughn

Pacifists lead a lonely life. Not even gathering together can take the place of that vast, warm sun of approval that is shed on motherhood, on law-abiding, on killing, and on making money. Someday will we come into our own? Well, motherhood may move into the shade. Law-abiding is going through a trauma. But killing and making money are good for a long, long time. — Josephine Winslow Johnson

I have great faith in the future of books - no matter what form they may take - and of science fiction. — Connie Willis

I know you can't. Because you're too kind. It's very simple. The attacker must first transform themselves into life forms that can survive in a low-dimensional universe. For instance, a four-dimensional species can transform itself into three-dimensional creatures, or a three-dimensional species can transform itself into two-dimensional life. After the entire civilization has entered a lower dimension, they can initiate a dimensional strike against the enemy without concern for the consequences." Cheng — Liu Cixin

Some must delve when the dawn is nigh;
Some must toil when the noonday beams;
But when might comes, and the soft winds sigh,
Every man is a King of Dreams. — Clinton Scollard

O King, believe not this hard-hearted man! — William Shakespeare

If a rabbit gave advice and the advice wasn't accepted, he immediately forgot it, and so did everyone else. — Richard Adams

We passed from laughter to terror which, like love and hate, are close relatives. — Lise Deharme

Life will not be a pyramid with the apex sustained by the bottom, but an oceanic circle whose centre will be the individual. — Mahatma Gandhi

Comedy is second nature for me. — Anthony Anderson

This was my one brush with love. Was it love? It felt awful enough. I spent another two years crawling around in the skin of it, smoking too much and growing too thin and having stray thoughts of jumping from my balcony like a tortured heroine in a Russian novel. — Paula McLain