Suburbios Industriales Quotes & Sayings

I draw no petty social lines. A man to me is a man, wherever I find him. — William Faulkner

He hasn't lost his vision. That's one thing. He's good. The guy is smooth and knows how to set up blocks. He's a veteran, too. It's fun to watch him run. Hopefully everything works out all right physically, but certainly he looks good so far. — Jake Delhomme

The impetus he had gained from the whimsical seraph known as Syoshant had been short-lived — Soroosh Shahrivar

Cities at daybreak are no one's,
and have no names.
And I, too, have no name,
dawn, the stars growing pale,
the train picking up speed. — Adam Zagajewski

Because Islam doesn't, he said, his voice toneless, — Hilary Mantel

Money takes wings. The only thing that endures is character. — O.J. Simpson

She climbed back into bed, slid down between her boys, and slept at last. — Nancy Horan

To me, comedians are the last great storytellers because they depict their stories and create their effect with so few words. In the span of a couple minutes, stand-up comics can communicate more emotion than most novels do in hours worth of reading. — Chuck Palahniuk

I have lost you, my brother
And your death has ended
The spring season
Of my happiness,
our house is buried with you
And buried the laughter that you taught me.
There are no thoughts of love nor of poems
In my head
Since you died. — Catullus

There are moments when it's unbelievable how people who work on the hair or on the little bit of skin here, they have no other care or interest since this part of their job is the only thing that needs to look good. So you have to push everybody to the side so that you can have a connection with your actor and give some air to your actor. — Audrey Tautou

It is noble in its administration: to think and let think, beyond the narrow contracted prejudices of bitter sectarians in these modern times. It is general or universal language, fitted to benefit the poor stranger, which no other institution is calculated to reach, by extending the beneficent hand. — Harry S. Truman

When anger and sorrow overflow, sometimes it becomes poetry. — Kim Hyesoon