Sponer In Spanish Quotes & Sayings

Sleep sparks a series of pulses across the webs of neurons, pulses like waves; it washes out what is unnecessary and leaves only what's important behind. — Lauren Groff

The wife of your youth is the blessing of your old age. — Matshona Dhliwayo

I grew up listening to - it's kind of embarrassing - all classical music. — Caroline Shaw

You exist because the universe exists. You owe your existence to the universe. You may call the universe as god or something else, it doesn't matter. What matters is this: Thank to it! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

Acceptance means focusing on the present while assessing the choices available to you in this moment. If there are many possibilities, make the choice that is likely to bring the most evolutionary results. If there is only one choice, take it. If there are no obvious choices, relax and accept the fact that for now, you cannot do anything. — David Simon

My idiosyncrasies set me apart from the conformity of the human race. — Epiphana Lewis

I do not attach
any exaggerated importance to my poetical works. Life is
there to be lived rather than to be written about. My aim
is to search out the manifold experience that it offers,
wringing from each moment what of emotion it presents.
I look upon my writing as a graceful accomplishment
which does not absorb but rather adds pleasure to
existence. And as for posterity - damn posterity. — W. Somerset Maugham

Companies increasingly find that their economic value is a function of the strength of the habits they create. In — Nir Eyal

... Tell me, has anything odd happened to you recently?
What do you mean, odd?'
Unusual. Deviating from the customary. Something outside the usual parameters of normalcy. An occurrence of unprecedented weird. — Jasper Fforde

I don't even read the papers. I read 'USA Today' because it has color photos. — Jimmy Fallon

On the box he had a stack of magazines. Without seeing the covers, I knew they were pornography. Precious finds in the days before the internet. The combination of glossy pages and sperm is the smell of boyhood for men my age. You used to find them hidden in the bushes. I guess kids stole them from the shops and then were too scared to take them home. Sometimes they'd be damaged by rain or fire (masturbation and setting fire to things: the two great impulses of boyhood), the paper as brittle as an old man's skin. Meanwhile, as I found out years later, girls were reading 'romance novels' in the comfort of their bedrooms. Men, have you ever read those things? Damn. — James Hutchings