Wigdore Quotes & Sayings

At home I sometimes ran for fun, to play with Gerad or just to feel the ache of exertion. — Kiera Cass

Hay una estrella mas abierta
que la palabra 'amapola'?
Is there a star more wide open
than the word 'poppy? — Pablo Neruda

Laughter is a very underrated tool for healing. — Bronnie Ware

Yes, Madame. The Jews of Frankfort are not allowed to use family names." He looked up and smiled lopsidedly. "For the sake of convenience, the neighbors call us after an old red shield that was painted on the front of our house, many years ago. But beyond that ... no, Madame. We have no name. — Diana Gabaldon

What idiocy, to racing into this story and its labyrinths, sprinting away from our happiness among the fresh spring grasses by the oak. — Ian McEwan

Bet on yourself! You never lose if you bet on yourself! — Greg Plitt

Maybe you had to be dying to finally get to do what you wanted.
I fidgeted around with the puzzle pieces for a while longer, but I wasn't lucky. Nothing seemed to fit without a whole lot of work.
Then I had this thought: What if it was enough to realize that you would die someday, that none of this would go on forever? Would that be enough? — Carol Rifka Brunt

Among individuals, as among nations, respect for the rights of others is peace. — Benito Juarez

We look down our noses at people who've made mistakes in relationships. She's so stupid! How could she do that! Our superiority makes us feel better. But I'd bet everything I have on the fact that people to claim to have a perfect record in love are either lying or have very limited dating experience. People who say, I'd never do that! Someday, unless you are very, very lucky, you'll have a story to tell. Or not to tell. — Deb Caletti

Our ability to understand, to embrace, to help, to know, to feel and to love is bounded only by our own emotional ambitions. The capacity to open ourselves up to one another is as huge as we dare to make it. — Anna Quindlen

The heat of his sweet breath mixing with hers, his scent filling her lungs, was like a drug made from concentrated sin. — Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

I'm painting moments. Unrepeatable, singular moments of light. — Christopher Moore