Villaurrutia Poemas Quotes & Sayings

Please leave the window open. — Jim Varney

And what I said was I'll miss you,
What I meant to say was that I love you,
What I wanted to say was that I meant what I said
I miss you like I miss my own bed
after too many nights of sleeping on couches
or hardwood floors
Or sitting silently behind the doors
Of hotel rooms became wounds
Breathing life in to this loneliness
I miss you
Like a burn victim must miss their own skin
I miss you like a sad ending
Must miss someplace new to begin
Because some say that the highway becomes a flat line
if you travel it for too long
I can't tell if that's true or false,
But I'm racing down it towards you trying to find my
Pulse. — Shane Koyczan

Passion is a rather frightening thing because if you have passion you don't know where it will take you. — Jiddu Krishnamurti

If you are not long, I will wait for you all my life. — Oscar Wilde

Reading for me will be a combination of books, magazines, Tumblr and just kind of the Web in general on the iPad. — David Karp

I have heard the hollow, shallow laughter of the world. I have heard the genuine laughter of the beaming young Christian. I know there is a difference. — Billy Graham

Very little could get Ty hotter faster than a hard cock between his lips, but it had taken Zane a few years to accept that the same might be true of him. This was one of Ty's favorite things to do. — Abigail Roux

To become successful, first learn how to be happy. Too many think that the route to happiness is to get successful — Robin Sharma

Lifetime corporate employment is dead; we're all free agents now, managing our own careers across multiple jobs and companies. And because today's primary currency is information, a wide-reaching network is one of the surest ways to become and remain thought leaders of our respective fields. — Keith Ferrazzi

Miss Morstan and I stood together, and her hand was in mine. A wondrous subtle thing is love, for here were we two, who had never seen each other until that day, between whom no word or even look of affection had ever passed, and yet now in an hour of trouble our hands instinctively sought for each other. I have marveled at it since, but at the time it seemed the most natural thing that I would go out to her so, and, as she has often told me, there was in her also the instinct to turn to me for comfort and protection. So we stood hand in hand like two children, and there was peace in our hearts for all the dark things that surrounded us. — Arthur Conan Doyle

Well, they know that I'm not very anxious to get into one hour again. — Charisma Carpenter