Tuercas Para Quotes & Sayings

The One God fashioned women to expose the elements men are made of said Queen Nefertiti. — Naguib Mahfouz

Often in evolutionary processes a species must adapt to new conditions in order to survive. Today the atomic bomb has altered profoundly the nature of the world as we know it, and the human race consequently finds itself in a new habitat to which it must adapt its thinking. — Albert Einstein

I was a quiet teenager, introverted, full of angst. — Nigella Lawson

My dream as a youngster was to be like Olivier. To be a great stage actor. To be a great Shakespearean actor. To me that is the Olympics of acting. — Armand Assante

Children, we are told to make an offering at the temple or at the feet of the guru, not because the Lord or guru is in need of wealth or anything else. Real offering is the act of surrendering the mind and the intellect. How can it be done? We cannot offer our minds as they are, but only the things to which our minds are attached. Today our minds are greatly attached to money and other worldly things. By placing such thoughts at the feet of the Lord, we are offering Him our heart. This is the principle behind giving charities. — Mata Amritanandamayi

Look what Disney's done to their animation department. There wasn't an animator in charge of their animation unit! — Ralph Bakshi

To some people everything is permitted. — Christina, Queen Of Sweden

When I think of Peter Wolf I always remember the Portuguese proverb: 'Never say you will not drink from that glass again.' — Faye Dunaway

I think about never losing my voice, never giving in, never selling out, always keeping black, always sticking to the street. Staying neighborhood and not Hollywood. — Paul Mooney

I think children love reading, and they will make time for it if we put the right books into their hands. And I hope I get the chance to keep being one of the people that writes them. — Rick Riordan

And then the man whom Sorrow named his friend,
Sought once again the shore, and found a shell,
And thought, I will my heavy story tell
Till my own words, re-echoing, shall send
Their sadness through a hollow, pearly heart;
And my own tale again for me shall sing,
And my own whispering words be comforting,
And lo! my ancient burden may depart.
Then he sang softly nigh the pearly rim;
But the sad dweller by the sea-ways lone
Changed all he sang to inarticulate moan
Among her wildering whirls, forgetting him.
-from The Sad Shepherd — W.B.Yeats

I'm not interested in who am I. I'm interested in what's gone, the disinheritance, what I've been able to become or learn or fuse with or not fuse with. A certain freedom comes ... I like it that way. — Ruth Prawer Jhabvala

The distance between comfortable and comatose is surprisingly short. — Jon Acuff