Valdiviezo Galdamez Quotes & Sayings

Truth be told the one's you love the most aren't blood related — Shellie Palmer

It was a rough crossing, the one from childhood to the next life. And as with any other harsh journey, not everything survived. — Karen Thompson Walker

I love you, Callie ingen Neil, Lairdess of the MacNeelys and wife of a man who is so unworthy of you that he swears he will spend the rest of his life trying to show you just how much you mean to him. (Sin)
There's no need to try, Sin. All I have to do is look into your eyes and I know. (Callie) — Kinley MacGregor

I do well to interpret scripts to the best of my ability so even if I'm given a monster to play a love scene with, I will. — Majid Michel

Mankind is not likely to salvage civilization unless he can evolve a system of good and evil which is independent of heaven and hell. — George Orwell

Make your life a monument of visions. Serving, caring, and sharing are the passions. — Debasish Mridha

I was very lucky once I got started with a career. I happened to get some really good parts to play with some really good people to play with. — Morgan Freeman

It's so critical for people frustrated with the economy, with changing tides in government, who aren't able to hear their voices, questions or their ills being talked about, to have a place for discussing what others won't. — George Noory

Results "are no good unless they answer (or can be made to seem to answer, or can be twisted and wrenched and piled into odd shapes until they hint at being somehow perhaps on the verge or answering) a question that someone might conceivably want asked." — David Quammen

You don't get rich off your day job, you get rich off your homework. — Daymond John

I'm based in London now. I'm renting an apartment, making my own little home. It's great because I am around people all the time and I need my own space to get away from it all. — Samantha Mumba

People with chile peppers on their chef pants shouldn't be allowed in the kitchen. — April Bloomfield

All people start to
come apart finally
and there it is:
just empty ashtrays in a room
or wisps of hair on a comb
in the dissolving moonlight. — Charles Bukowski