Violeta Chamorro Famous Quotes & Sayings

Love is the reason why my mother and father stick together in a hard life when they might each have an easier one apart; love is the reason why you choose a life with someone, and you don't turn back although your heart cries sometimes and your children see you cry and you wish out loud that things were easier. Love is getting up each day and fighting the same fight only to sleep that night in the same bed beside the same person because long ago, when you were younger and you did not see so clearly, you had chosen them. — Kao Kalia Yang

Thank God for you, Caro. — Jane Harvey-Berrick

TRUST
The most deadly weapon in history...
It creates, rebuilds and destroys
And you are never the same as before — Me

As a working actor, all I want to do is work. That's it. It's terrifying when you don't work. It's very hard when you don't work. There have been times when I've been out of work for like six months. I feel theatre to me is like manna. — Sandra Oh

Every minute now should be the Father of some Strategem. — William Shakespeare

We thank God that our enemies are idiots. — Mahmoud Ahmadinejad

Watch their actions, observe their motives, examine wherein they dwell content; won't you know what kind of person they are? — Confucius

I don't want to fuck you, Elle. I want to make love to you. Take me gently, angel." I moan at his words and come back in a little too eagerly. "Gently," he whispers, halting me for an instant before I place my lips tenderly on his. — Lena Black

I tried a couple of pop writers - none of the big, big, big ones - but it didn't work for me. I do have a commercial voice; I'm not quirky. I'm very normal and that's probably why I like people like Barbra Streisand and Whitney Houston. It's no-nonsense. They sing well, and that's it. — Jessie Ware

When giving an apology, any performance lower than an A really doesn't cut it. — Randy Pausch

On clear days we trudged through White Forest, a man-made woods of metal trees and plastic leaves constructed in the boon years of Brezhnev when the party boss's wife had grown nostalgic for the birches of her youth. By the time we trudged beneath them, however, the years had ravaged both the forest and the party boss's wife, and the plastic leaves above were as sagging and liver-spotted as her face. We went on. The mud was a mustard we plodded through. On the forest's far side we looked across the expanse of sulfurous waste stretching to the horizon. We shouted. We proclaimed. We didn't need to whisper out here. For a few short weeks in July, red wildflowers pushed through the oxidized waste and the whole earth simmered with apocalyptic beauty. — Anthony Marra

It's the price on the ticket and emphasizes the pressure every manager is under weather you are at the top or bottom of the league. — Graeme Souness