Sustantivo Concreto Quotes & Sayings

Any problem, big or small, within a family, always seems to start with bad communication. Someone isn't listening. — Emma Thompson

To me, these biblical stories are just so many fish stories, and I'm not specifically referring to Jonah and the whale. I need indisputable proof of anything I'm asked to believe. — W.C. Fields

I sense a Threshold: Light to Silence, Silence to Light - an ambiance of inspiration, in which the desire to be, to express, crosses with the possible Light to Silence, Silence to Light crosses in the sanctuary of art. — Louis Kahn

a Nean derthal with a badge. — C.J. Box

My eyes have never seen the moon so lovely as tonight;
In silence wrapped, it is the breathless music of the night. — Galaktion Tabidze

Anger is very difficult for me to express. I have a tremendous amount of anger but I like to save it ... for my loved ones. — Susan Sullivan

Try 'Thank-you'," Ted said, giving me a hug (with the requirement of pounding me fraternally on the back - the only way that males are allowed to hug one another unless at least one of them has a fatal disease). — Blake Petit

Is it true that sometimes you're so suspicious, you turn quite black inside? — Jostein Gaarder

I play the real instruments. I don't waste my time with anything else. — Jason Newsted

I know well that healing comes-if one is brave-from within, through profound resignation to suffering and death, through the surrender of your own will and of your self-love. But that is of no use to me; I love to paint, to see people and things and everything that makes our life-artificial, if you like. Yes, real life would be a different thing, but I do not belong to that category of souls who are ready to live and also at any moment to suffer. I am everything but courageous in sorrow, and everything but patient when I am not feeling well, though I have rather a good deal of patience in keeping to my work. — Vincent Van Gogh

The heavens opened for the sunset to-night. When I had thought the day folded and sealed, came a burst of heavenly bright petals. — Katherine Mansfield

Perceptions are always profound, associations deceiving. No watermelon tastes red. Apropos: while waiting for a bus once, I saw open down the arm of a midfat, midlife, freckled woman, suitcase tugging at her hand like a small boy needing to pee, a deep blue crack as wide as any in a Roquefort. Split like paper tearing. She said nothing. Stood. Blue bubbled up in the opening like tar. One thing is certain: a cool flute blue tastes like deep well water drunk from a cup. — William H Gass

Only a lunatic would want to be president. These lunatics are created deliberately by those who wish to be presided over. — Katherine Dunn