Burying your head in the sand, even for a short time, is self-defeating. Prepare yourself, and train for trouble. Face your problems and challenges head-on and defeat them,
At the end of the rainbow waited the pot of gold. But rainbows were made of faint and fragile gossamer-and gold weighed a ton-and since the world began, gold was the reason to do most anything.
Around two in the afternoon, the telephone in my room rang. I’d just laid down to rest. It was Chris. Darling, I can’t stop worrying about what might happen. I think your fears are getting to me. Have...
And to be like me, he had to be sour, bitter, hating everyone, and suspicious of their hidden motives.
And there is something in the young that rebels when life is made too strict, making us want to do most of all the very things denied to us.
And the way you find out how much they care is by looking into the eyes—eyes never learn how to lie.
According to the accounts, which we’ve recorded, there was a motorist driving a blue Ford weaving in and out of the lefthand lane, apparently drunk, and he crashed head-on into your husband’s car. But...
There has to be darkness if there is to be light.
Sonriendo
Pleasingly plump figure.
Nostalgia was nothing more than dissatisfaction with the present. Anything looked better than now, even harder times. It was a fantasy that people accept.
Few dignitaries made speeches that Myra said were so full of soap that if we looked closely, we’d see bubbles coming out of their mouths.
You snatch from life what you can while you are young, for if you wait for better times to come tomorrow, you wait in vain.
When you grow up, and have a million adult things to do, you forget how long a day can be for a child
When I hurt, and I hurt often, I raced for the music, the costumes, the ballet shoes on which I could spin and twirl and dance away my troubles. And somewhere in that crimson-colored never-never land...
What if I am a curse? Then you're the prettiest and nicest curse I know.
What are you offering now? I asked suspiciously. Just me, my friendship. Just me, and the now-and-then right to kiss you, hold your hand, touch your hair, and take you to the movies, and listen to you...
We gotta appreciate Grandpa while he’s still with us, an not save our caring for his funeral day.
Unicamente yo tenia secos los ojos, seco el corazon
This book is dedicated to my mother.