Tablada Case Quotes & Sayings

An' Grandpa didn' die tonight. He died the minute you took 'im off the place.
You sure a that? Pa cried
Why, no. Oh he was breathin', Casy went on, but he was dead. He was that place, an' he knowed it. — John Steinbeck

Like an ocean, a clarity where longing gets started. — Ana Enriqueta Teran

Rock stars generally don't last in the Senate, starting with John Kennedy. Too much work, too slow, too little juice. Getting something accomplished takes a remarkable amount of tedious work. Rock stars who become senators either run for something else or retire on the job. They certainly don't make a mark. — Susan Estrich

The heart sags. My footprints forget me.
I don't think anything will ever be the same.
This is the edge of the cliff and you can't move,
can't jump. Everything is vertical. With binoculars
you can see where you'll be in an hour. Raindrops
collect on the lens. A fine mist. It hides us.
It drifts into clocks. Gravity presses your hands.
Some hurts never get said. Some get smuggled. — Richard Jackson

Bye-bye love, as in songs. All alone now. It was so sad. Why did such things have to disintegrate like that? Why did longing and desire, and friendliness and goodwill too, have to shatter into pieces? Why did they have to be so thoroughfully over?
I could make myself cry even more by repeating the key word: love,alone, sad, over. I did it on purpose. — Margaret Atwood

Others will notice you, Joclyn. But, you can't let it change who you are deep inside. Have fun for you, not the people around you. — Rebecca Ethington

If I have my opinion about something, you have your opinion about something, we don't have to fight over it. And we can have a conversation. We can also disagree without being disagreeable, and we can just disagree, which is fine. It doesn't mean that I don't like you, or you don't like me. We just disagree. — Don Lemon

Woman: the peg on which the wit hangs his jest, the preacher his text, the cynic his grouch and the sinner his justification. — Helen Rowland

It was never for you, Annie, or all the other people out there who sign their letters "Your number-one fan." The minute you start to write all those people are at the other end of the galaxy, or something. It was never for my ex-wives, or my mother, or for my father. The reason authors almost always put a dedication on a book, Annie, is because their selfishness even horrifies themselves in the end. But — Stephen King

Then love knew it was called love.
And when I lifted my eyes to your name,
suddenly your heart showed me my way — Pablo Neruda

A man is first reverent about himself, and self-respect is the first stage in reverence for all things. — Otto Weininger