Amaya Quotes

Si seulement tu savais quel est mon amour pour toi. You consume me, Amaya. Break apart my faith with the fire of a thousand suns and dominate every nightmare until all I dream is you.

Disorder, disobedience & rule breaking are features of all my stories.

We are either too good or too bad at fighting. We are viciously trading support for each other’s romantic lives. He one-ups me with, “Shepherd’s a great guy. Most eligible bachelor in town. He’s perfect for your list, checks all your boxes.” “What about Amaya?” I throw back. “How’s she measure up to yours?” “Doesn’t make the cut,” he says. “Must be a pretty long list.” “One item,” he replies. “Very specific.

i dreamt that i died. for an instant, all the voices in my head stood calm, and for a moment, my heart stopped panicking, and for once in my whole life, my cheeks dried from all the tears that were falling every night ... i thought to my self: how nice it is to be finally dead, i wish i did it sooner. my brother once told me that people who commit suicide are mostly doing it for attention. that's so wrong. i'm not asking for attention, nor sympathy. when i put that blade on my shaking skin alone in my room at 3 am, you should be sure that i'm not thinking of anyone and i'm not asking for anyone's attention. all i'm doing is pushing my self to stop the pain. you see, i don't want to die too, all i want is for the pain to stop and for me to smile like everyone else. yasuko amaya - the day i decided to be God -

I live, love and loathe my characters. They stole my mind. They stole my heart.

Please, never tell me what 'horror erotica' is. Real #art is being lost in a bizarre swamp of over-processed, sexually exploitative garbage.

You call me castoff,” Mahlia said, “Chinese throwaway, whatever.” Amaya was trying to look away, but Mahlia had her pinned, kept her eye to eye. “My old man might have been peacekeeper, but my mom was pure Drowned Cities. You want to war like that, I’m all in.” Mahlia lifted the scarred stump of her right hand, shoved it up in Amaya’s face. “Maybe I cut you the way the Army of God cut me. See how you do with just a lucky left. How’d you like that?

Writing is a solitary existence, especially if you forget to chat to your friends – sorry, I meant characters.

One man’s fight is another man’s freedom.

Writing is just building a new world – one character, one place, one maniac at a time.

My best writing happens when I’m fighting to produce it.

If I don't stay in and write, I feel like a prisoner.

Where’s your dog?’ I ask quickly. ‘Dawn said you had a dog. Let’s take the dog out.’ ‘There ain’t no dog,’ replies Janis.

Creativity is as much about order against freedom; control versus rebellion; organisation against disorder as it is about straightforward imagination.

In fact, after that ride across Amaya, he still had blisters in all kinds of places where blisters shouldn’t be.

Chuckling, I lean down. “I won’t tell you to seek absolution from my mythical figure tonight, Monsieur Errien. You see, I worship Her now…so it’s to Amaya that you should pray. May She have mercy on your soul.

What? What's your issue now?' I asked, annoyed. 'Jus' wonderin' what's it like for Droopy. This place is intense and he's jus' a lil' guy, you know?' Of all the bangers in the world, I had to get Mr. Sensitive. Droopy, I assumed, was Hector Amaya's gang moniker. I wondered why they were always so unflattering. Me, I would've at least picked something like Foxy or Jet. Which, I supposed, explained in part why I wasn't gang material.

Karl Marx, Amaya liked to say, was the last great philosopher of the coal age; his workers were locked into a serflike condition. Had Marx witnessed the industrial explosion of the Oil Century and the rising standard of living it produced among ordinary workers, he might have written differently.

La astucia no se oculta, ni siquiera bajo un vestido fucsia de holanes.

Ganarse el respeto de las personas activa el corrosivo más potente contra cualquier tipo de basura pegajosa, y pretendía activarlo en la primera oportunidad.

To cut a long story short, I'm a writer.

Day after day, week after week; writing great fiction takes time, emotion, skill and effort.

You have to know your own mind inside out before you can know the minds of others.

Sure thing, Kris. A man’s gotta get a wage.

when you learn to see people with their actions, your feelings stop hurting.

Vistiendo todo lo que el dinero le podía comprar, sin poder portar todo lo que el mérito le podía vestir.

Amaya is boiling bunnies over Colin …” “Who? What?!” “And Ruthie is an alkie in denial. And Justin …” “Jessie! What are you talking about? Who are these people? Are they friends of yours?” “Uh, not really,” I said. “They’re from The Real World.” My mom sighed and said, “Jessie, I asked you how your day was.” That’s when I realized I had gotten too attached to the TV.

El odio es como el fuego en un bosque en un clima árido y con fuertes vientos. Se esparce a gran velocidad, y destruye todo a su paso. Es cosas de sabios mantenerse lejos de sus alcances".

In most cases we allow the world to see but a fraction of who we really are, like an ancient artifact whose tip, pushing up out of the dirt, feels the sun but whose body lies deep below the surface.

So you and Amaya are hanging out.” I add, almost involuntarily: “I wasn’t eavesdropping—it’s a quiet shop.” His eyebrow ticks. “ ‘Not eavesdropping,’ ” he teases in a low voice. “ ‘Not stalking.’ I’m sensing a pattern here.” “Not jealous.” I challenge, stepping closer. “Not adorable.” His eyes dip to my mouth and slightly dilate before rising. “Nora . . .” he murmurs, a heaviness in his voice, an apology or a half-hearted plea.

Dawn cackles as she guides me through the all-glass porch. Thinner, paler Reina shuffles about behind Dawn, watching as I slip my boots off. Although she tries to hide her hands, her fingers flicker nervously. I place my boots neatly on the floor of the porch beside the other pairs in the shadows under the coats. Music drifts through to us from a distant room – it’s the Beach Boys’ California Dreamin’. Dawn looks at me and I smile – they’ve put the record on for me. Dawn nods along happily. ‘Hear you’re a surfer boy!’ she says and she mimics riding a wave.

Y, sobre todo, estaba enrolado en el Seguros Amaya, el equipo de Javier Mínguez, que era el más potente de la carrera con mucha diferencia. Podía jugar, por lo tanto, como baza estratégica de gran interés. Por cierto, el médico de aquel equipo Amaya era el años después tristemente famoso Eufemiano Fuentes, que también había preparado a deportistas españoles de cara a los Juegos Olímpicos de Barcelona.

Bad things and good things can coexist,” Amaya says with a sad smile. “And we have to find the good where we can.

got to watch Lars’s wide, stunned eyes as Amaya brought æbleskiver to the party. Round cakes made of pancake dough covered in powdered sugar, they were set on the dessert table with a big pot of strawberry jam, a traditional Danish holiday food.

Because I just gave Amaya an alibi.

work smart not hard

Pero con tu presencia supimos que para visualizar nuevos horizontes, teníamos que dejar de escuchar los ecos que producen nuestras propias voces".

La flor de buganvilia pretendiendo ser orquídea.

Si con lobos te juntas…", le respondí en automático sonriendo: "…terminas asesinado en una boda roja".

Yo pienso que la rana nunca salta porque es la única forma de vida que conoce".

Cuando llegas a la punta del Cerro, te enfrentas a varias decisiones: puedes alimentarte de los aplausos, puedes mantenerte ahí asegurándote de agredir a quien se te acerque para que nunca te alcance, o puedes clamar propiedad de ese lugar y vivir con el poco oxígeno que te ofrece la altura".

Estoy convencida que el éxito de una buena ensalada está en función de servir en ella el aguacate con abandono. En pedazos y como parte del aderezo, con esa textura suave pero a la vez carnosa y exótica. Aguacate mexicano de alta calidad que agudiza ese sabor a pertenencia.

El asedio es una estrategia militar que hace que el enemigo se rinda, cortando sus abastecimientos hasta que no tengan nada que comer. No sé qué calificativos pudiera usar para describir el auto asedio en el que quieren entrar".

Cada quien pinta su cuadro con los colores que conoce, y todo parecía indicar que mi gama de colores para pintar era despreciable para la sociedad en la que vivía. ¿Qué podía hacer esta mujer enfrentando la inmensidad de la oportunidad, contra un mundo acotado por las buenas costumbres?

La barbarie ha traspasado las paredes de mármol. Apiádate Señor de nosotros".

He who lives among wolves..." "...ends up murdered at a red wedding,

It's easier to blame the Chupacabras, than to admit that the goats died because you spit in the face of those who fed them,

Life without sorrows is like tree without leaves.

I know regret teach us a lesson but forgiveness teach us humanity.

I can bear all the walls and mirrors with cracks but not our friendship.

Respect yourself and you will be respected, If you don't respect yourself you will be insulted.

Protect yourself and you will be respected, If you don't protect yourself and you will be hunted.

You loved me cause i cared and now you hate me but i still care, than why so much hatred?

If a person disregards your feelings, ignores your needs and treats you in a damaging way, distance yourself.

Your shoulder is too bony. You should eat more.” She smiled. “As should you.” He pressed his head to her shoulder again. “I thought you said it was uncomfortable,” Amaya teased. She reached for his hand, lacing her fingers through his. “It’s uncomfortable because you’re resting your head. Rest your heart, instead.

You are that bright star that shines more brightly than any other star

Dan kalau kau mau tahu tentang Amaya, dia adalah seorang kakak yang penyayang, itulah perempuan Indonesia itu, seorang kakak yang sangat penyayang pada adiknya. Kuharap aku punya kakak seperti itu.

He was always so tensed-up and serious, as if all the softer things had been beaten out of him. His smile was like a bird laying its nest on the side of a jagged cliff; sweetness surviving, enduring everything.

That’s because the true power of magic is not to send random objects careening off across the room. The true power of magic is to make ordinary people bow.

Hadn’t my family been stupid to breed for magic? Someone like Hiss had been bound to pop up eventually. And then you got a not-particularly-wise, not-particularly-happy little boy who couldn’t be trusted with a sharp knife at the dinner table in case he accidentally cut his own hand open, and yet who had the power to defeat an army. How else could this have ended, other than with him being used as a weapon against us?

Trafficking has always been about supply and demand. Until we as a society address what we are teaching our young men about how they should view and what they should expect from women, nothing will change.

prometerse a sí misma que eso nunca había pasado era un modo de seguir adelante.

en la vida, si bien hay malos momentos, también los hay buenos por los cuales todo puede merecer la pena.

La sangre no es más que el pulso de la vida retratado en el lienzo de la muerte y el olvido.

Puedes ser una gran persona, preocuparte por los demás, y no por ello el destino va a tratarte mejor.

La venganza no tiene que ver con odio, sino con proteger a lo que se ama.

Amaya went to sit on a bench nearby. She had been to the park numerous times with Agastya, and just being there with another man made her feel like she was cheating. But Agastya was dead. Long gone. She took out his diary and started reading it.

Books are a way of traveling without moving off the couch, if only they didn't end

I can’t wait until I have my little toy. See you soon, my little liar.

If this is hell, I don't ever want to leave again.

You're not being a very good girl now, are you? Denying me and yourself the release we need. I should punish you for that.

Don’t worry princess, I won’t do anything you don’t enjoy.

¡Quisiera que hubiera leyes contra tanto degenerado con pisto!

Tan cerca de mi vida que pasaba la dicha y yo ¡Ciega y torpe! sin lograr mirar uenme perseguía en vano. ¿Puedo confiarme por entero a esta situación o vivir precavida esperando un nuevo golpe?

siguiente. En el piso de la plaza Carmen Amaya número 1, 1º 2ª, del barrio de la Barceloneta, viven cuatro parientas, las cuatro discapacitadas intelectuales.

there’s not a single thing in this world I want more than to be the sole reason for her existence.

Don’t worry, little doe, you’ll get your fill soon enough.

I’d rather have you with amnesia and alive than live without you.

That's it, little doe, keep making those noises for me.

What gets in doesn’t come back the same way.

To a better afterlife.

Do you lie to yourself often?

I feel like every time I wake up, there’s something that either hurts physically or mentally.

Cute doll my love, she makes me think of you.

Sometimes the teacher will say Nunez is the same as Nuñez but only one of those is my name.

Amaya rested her face in the palms of her hands. She closed her eyes, trying to remember a happier time. “Look at us, Polly. Three days ago, our lives were great and now look at us.” Apollo went to his sister, and sat down on a bumpy extended part of the wall next to where she stood. He grabbed her hand and pulled her down to sit next to him. When she did, he put his arm around her shoulders. After a few moments of thinking, Apollo looked at his sister. He studied her face. He felt the distance that still lingered between them. “I’m just as scared as you are. Maybe even more.