Wenceslao Retana Quotes & Sayings

I'm not going to throw away the hand of friendship to suit 100 Trotskyites in Glasgow. — Billy Connolly

I rationalize shop. I buy a dress because I need change for gum. — Rita Rudner

Alice wonders if other women in the middle of the night have begun to resent their Formica. — Barbara Kingsolver

He would take the blow so you didn't have to. — Katie Couric

Even though it's cold and the water sticks my clothes to my body, it reminds me of a beautiful time full of magical kisses and I need to hold onto that. Because for now, it's all I've got. — Jessica Sorensen

To a worm in horseradish, the world is horseradish. — Malcolm Gladwell

Was there happiness at the end [of the movie], they wanted to know.
If someone were to ask me today whether the story of Hassan, Sohrab, and me ends with happiness, I wouldn't know what to say.
Does anybody's?
After all, life is not a Hindi movie. Zendagi migzara, Afghans like to say: Life goes on, undmindful of beginning, en, kamyab, nah-kam, crisis or catharsis, moving forward like a slow, dusty caravan of kochis. — Khaled Hosseini

A boy's love comes from a full heart; a man's is more often the result of a full stomach. — Jerome K. Jerome

To her British lover about to climb in bed with 80-something Mae: She said that she hoped soon to be able to say what Paul Revere said - 'The British are coming'. This was the last one-liner Mae ever uttered on film. — Mae West

There is, then, a world immune from change. But I am not composed enough, standing on tiptoe on the verge of fire, still scorched by the hot breath, afraid of the door opening and the leap of the tiger, to make even one sentence. What I say is perpetually contradicted. Each time the door opens I am interrupted. I am not yet twenty-one. I am to be broken. I am to be derided all my life. I am to be cast up and down among these men and women, with their twitching faces, with their lying tongues, like a cork on a rough sea. Like a ribbon of weed I am flung far every time the door opens. I am the foam that sweeps and fills the uttermost rims of the rocks with whiteness; I am also a girl, here in this room. — Virginia Woolf