Wagered In Spanish Quotes & Sayings

Our faith in freedom does not rest on the foreseeable results in particular circumstances but on the belief that it will, on balance, release more forces for the good than for the bad. — Friedrich Hayek

I don't remember, at 19, someone giving me a golden key and saying, 'Welcome to Hollywood; which job would you like?' — Jessica Capshaw

I didn't think being a writer was a fancy thing. It was a job like any other job, except apparently you could do it at home. — Amy Bloom

Do not hover always on the surface of things, nor take up suddenly with mere appearances; but penetrate into the depth of matters, as far as your time and circumstances allow, especially in those things which relate to your profession. — Isaac Watts

And what the ruddy hell are Dementors? — J.K. Rowling

I give to everybody. When they call, I give. And do you know what? When I need something from them two years later, three years later, I call them, they are there for me. — Donald Trump

'The grief didn't fade, but it changed into something I could carry around with me, a noose I wore around my neck. It wasn't until I saw you that the knot loosened.' — Sara Bell

Working within the constraints of a problem is part of the fun and challenge of design. — Ellen Lupton

Try to establish the value of a company. — Walter Schloss

You look at me, you look at me closely, each time closer and then we play cyclops, we look at each other closer each time and our eyes grow, they grow closer, they overlap and the cyclops look at each other, breathing confusion, their mouths find each other and fight warmly, biting with their lips, resting their tongues lightly on their teeth, playing in their caverns where the heavy air comes and goes with the scent of an old perfume and silence. Then my hands want to hide in your hair, slowly stroke the depth of your hair while we kiss with mouths full of flowers or fish, of living movements, of dark fragrance. And if we bite each other, the pain is sweet, and if we drown in a short and terrible surge of breath, that instant death is beauty. And there is a single saliva and a single flavour of ripe fruit, and I can feel you shiver against me like a moon on the water. — Julio Cortazar