Torrecillas Apart Quotes & Sayings

The discovery of gold and silver in America, the extirpation, enslavement and entombment in mines of the aboriginal population, the turning of Africa into a warren for the commercial hunting of black-skins, signalised the rosy dawn of the era of capitalist production. — Karl Marx

I hold the ratchet unorthodox. Pernell Whittaker, I'm duckin' all sorts of shots — Vinnie Paz

People who do affirmations will have the sensation that
they are causing the environment to conform to their will.
This is an immensely enjoyable feeling because the illusion
of control is one of the best illusions you can have. — Scott Adams

Real prayer, the soul-transformi ng kind, is self-discontinu ity. It is a conscious act of self-suspension arising from the wish for something new to occur.. — Guy Finley

Aside from these infrequent outbursts he possesses the gentle demeanor that sometimes trails the newly sober, that deep acceptance that comes with realizing how badly you'd fucked up your life. — Nick Flynn

Nothing to be done.. — Samuel Beckett

Mass appreciation doesn't always equate to something good. — Jamie Dornan

I had the cab driver drive me here backwards, and the dude owed me $27.50. — Mitch Hedberg

She narrowed her eyes. "You lost the collar I gave you."
It chafed. And I wasn't born to be a slave. — Joe Abercrombie

When you know you love someone, when you know it's finally the right time, you don't just wait around for the right words, you just say the sentences even if they're all mixed up and imperfect. — Patti Callahan Henry

Mr. Raney named the porpoises - Sister Woman, and Renford, and Lamar, and St. Elmo - and could recognize them, and call each by its name, even at night, six feet long, some of them, with a million sharp teeth and a naughty grin. Often when he floated past in the boat and watched their playful wheeling, in and out among the cypress knees, he called out to them, "Lamar, we are all alone in the world!" or "Renford, cork is an export product of India! — Lewis Nordan

As long as the firmament of the You is spread over me, the tempests of causality cower at my heels, and the whirl of doom congeals.
The human being to whom I say You I do not experience. But i stand in relation to him, in the sacred basic word. Only when I step out of this do I experience him again. Experience is remoteness from You. — Martin Buber