D'angelo Quotes

Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine.

Tú ni siquiera sabrás que existo, en cambio yo te recordaré por siempre.

«No puedo pretender que no te conozco, Pero al menos puedo fingir que no me importó»

Ella sólo quería olvidar el pasado y yo... Yo no deseaba más que revivirlo.

Nunca estarás lo suficientemente lejos, como para que mis recuerdos no te alcancen.

—Quiero que me necesites —murmura, luego se inclina hacia mí, sus labios rozan suavemente mi oído—, quiero que digas "te extraño" aunque hayamos pasado todo el día juntos.

Realize that if you have time to whine and complain about something then you have the time to do something about it.

The most important things in life aren't things.

If life doesn't offer a game worth playing then invent a new one.

Develop a passion for learning. If you do, you will never cease to grow.

Your mind is like a parachute; it only works when it is open.

Estoy harta de no ser capaz de diferenciar la realidad de la fantasía, de que te aproveches de lo mucho que te necesito.

Incluso si quiere protegerme, ninguna verdad me dañará más que sus mentiras.

The greatest gift that you can give yourself is a little bit of your own attention.

Porque el dolor no se va, ni se acaba, sólo muta.

Somos sólo bestias que pretenden ser humanos

The rules have changed. True power is held by the person who possesses the largest bookshelf, not gun cabinet or wallet.

She’s wild, unpredictable and dangerous as hell. Not just to my sanity, but to my health. She’s the kind of girl you know you’ll want forever with and forever will still not be enough. But she’s not the type of girl to give forever to you willingly. I’m pretty sure you’d have to drag it out of her kicking and screaming.” - Dominic Delaney -Damaged

When solving problems, dig at the roots instead of just hacking at the leaves.

Smile, it is the key that fits the lock of everyone's heart

El creador era un ser ruin, por poner tal ángel en el camino de un pecador tan ávido.

«Los hombres son seres limitados; criaturas espantosas que amenazan contra la estabilidad de una mujer. Siglos antes de su extinción, se podía reconocer a esas bestias por tres inmutables características: Impulsivos, seductores y tenaces.»

—Quiero que te quedes —Susurra en un tono amable—, pero no puedo tener todo lo que quiero

Quien sea que haya inventado la frase «El tiempo cura todas las heridas», era alguien que había probado apenas el borde la navaja. Ni hablar de una daga completa.

Siempre voy a estar para ti, a pesar de que no me quieras cerca.

—No puedo recordarte —dice de repente en un hilo de voz. La voz de Aya es tan débil que por un instante tengo la impresión de que estoy imaginándolo—, pero que no recuerde, no significa que no pueda sentir.

La linea trazada entre lo bueno y lo aceptable se encuentra al alcance de un beso…

(...)El amor para los hombres, era como el agua para los gatos. Los espantaba.

Mi mente grita no, mi cuerpo que es más básico, grita otra cosa.

Ni su mantra, ni su cordura y desde luego no su suerte, pudieron ayudarlo contra el suave toque de ese angelito demoníaco.

No se trata de géneros sino de personas, no hay hombres malos ni mujeres buenas, en determinado momento ambos pueden actuar bestias o tal vez es al revés, somos sólo bestias que pretenden ser humanos.

Yo te amo tontita, llevo tiempo haciéndolo… El único juego que me apetece jugar contigo es al de la casita.

In order to succeed you must fail, so that you know what not to do the next time.

El pánico se asomó en sus palabras, como pizcas de sal en medio de agua dulce. No encajaba.

Don’t fall in love with me,” She whispered harshly, a sob catching in her throat. “I know you probably think I’m egotistical saying this, but I need your promise that you won’t do that. If you want to stay friends – or whatever the hell we’re heading towards, you have to promise me you won’t love me – not now, not ever.” - Stephanie Carovella, Damaged.

No soy tonto, sé que me ha olvidado, sé que no le hago bien. Pero sólo porque no pueda no significa que vaya a renunciar a ella.

—Necesito un abrazo —, terminó con su voz varios tonos más ronca: la mezcla justa entre tono adormilado y el fuego abrasador de una excitación brutal.

He would do what he had to do. He would do everything in his power to protect those he loved. As long as he could live with his conscience afterwards. -- Gabriel D'Angelo

Become addicted to constant and never-ending self-improvement.

You don't have to hold a position to be a leader.

Es duro querer tanto a una persona que necesita tan poco de mí, sobre todo cuando yo la necesito tanto.

Un pianto d'Angelo morde l'aria è il sentire del silenzio nella cenere bianca

Please, this is no disrespect to whoever your man is though. This relationship is strictly musical like D'Angelo

Anthony J. D'AngeloRealize that if you have time to whine and complain about something then you have the time to do something about it.

Don't reinvent the wheel, just realign it." ― Anthony J. D'Angelo

Jesus honey, your husband ain’t dead, he’s in hiding.” He growled, watching her visibly flinch. - Jase Devlin

Stephanie’s like a hurricane. She leaves a path of destruction in her wake. I used to joke she sucked people up with her energy and never looked back at the carnage she left behind. I never thought anyone would be able to tame her, but then she met Dom. While he didn’t tame her, he contained her.” – Gena Evans

Caleb came to his mother's side and helped her to her feet. "Besides, if you rest, then I am free to make love to Jacqueline." "Caleb!" Jacqueline had been worried she would say the wrong thing. Instead, Caleb had put his foot in it. But obviously all the cliches she'd ever heard about Italian sons were true. He really could do no wrong, for Mrs. D'Angelo shook her finger at him--but she said indulgently, "You are incorrigible." "Ma, I'm just trying to get going on those grandchildren you want.

You’re delusional to think that I could ever love someone as damaged as you. Hell, no one could.

We thought we were invincible and Dominic proved us all wrong,” - Jesse Carlisle

His instincts told him he should stay the hell away from her. That he was on a road paved to hell, but he couldn’t stay away. He’d watched her every night for a month, played a silent game with her of pretending the other didn’t exist, and it never worked. He wanted to know the secret behind her eyes. He wanted to know why she carried a gun at night, ordered a glass of Johnny Walker Blue she never drank, and why she carried so much pain inside.

Ah babe, I love you but I’d rather take a bullet than date you,” Jake said teasingly, adding softly, “We both are too fucked up to date each other and we love each other enough not to put each other through that hell.” – Jake Carlisle to Stephanie Carovella.

«Lo siento Nate. Sé que te aburro, sé que necesito madurar y dejar de vivir en pos de la fantasía, pero no puedo. No puedo enfrentarme a la realidad, no quiero abrir los ojos. El mundo de afuera es demasiado cruel, demasiado frío, demasiado vivo. Necesito de esto y necesito de ti, porque mientras te tenga a mi lado, los relojes de mi vida dejan de marcar las pautas del tiempo y el resto del mundo puede esperar»

He had the power to rip her heart out and to make her bleed.

Stephanie has walls around her that could rival Fort Knox. She’s determined not to let me in, but I’m going to do my damnedest to get inside.

Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine

I don’t want any more secrets between us. If we want this to work, we need to be honest with each other.” – Jase Devlin

Jesus, honey, your husband ain’t dead, he’s in hiding,” - Jase Devlin

I’d like to take you on a date – one, which doesn’t include a crime scene, dead bodies or being handcuffed to a bed by a psychopathic killer.” – Jase Devlin to Stephanie Carovela

I needed to know, Jesse. I needed to get inside his head. To find this son of a bitch, I need to get inside his head.” - Stephanie Carovella

Did you know a woman by the name of Gloria D’Angelo?” Joiner asked.

Honey, I was a Detective with Homicide for ten years and before that I boosted cars for a living. Trust me, I not only can pick a lock, but I can do it with my eyes closed. The question is how the hell do you know how to pick a lock?” – Jase Devlin

Some promises were meant to be broken, just as some secrets you didn’t share, no matter how much you wanted to. Some secrets were so dark and deadly they threatened to suffocate you. Some secrets were better just left as that, secrets. – Nowhere to Hide

Ma che importanza aveva! Non era felice, non lo era mai stata. Da dove veniva, dunque, quella insufficienza di vita, quella istantanea marcescenza delle cose a cui si appoggiava?… Ma se da qualche parte esisteva un essere forte e bello, una natura valorosa, ricca al tempo stesso di slancio e di delicatezza, un cuore di poeta sotto sembianze d’angelo, lira dalle corde di bronzo che indirizzava al cielo epitalami elegiaci, perché mai lei, per un favore del caso, non avrebbe potuto incontrarlo? Che cosa impossibile! D’altronde, nulla valeva la pena di una ricerca: tutto era menzogna! Ogni sorriso nascondeva uno sbadiglio di noia, ogni gioia una maledizione, ogni piacere il disgusto, e i migliori baci non lasciavano sulle labbra che l’irrealizzabile desiderio di una voluttà più alta.

What did you tell me, Jesse? Sure Jake, Stephanie will do exactly what you tell her. Sure Jake, protecting her will be a piece of cake. “ Snorting in disbelief, he added, “Being at war is safer compared to this shit, and it’s a hell of a lot easier than looking after your girlfriend.

Christ, Stephanie, he raped and tortured her and then he slit her throat. If this wasn’t horrific enough, he used a knife on her to write your name in her arm. Cynthia thinks he did it while she was still alive. It’s how we know this murder is linked to you. He wrote your fucking name on her.” – Jase Devlin.

Listen to me you piece of shit, if you ever give the press information about me, my parents or even breathe a word about me to anyone ever again, I swear to god I will make it my mission to make your life a living hell. And, believe me I’ll do it with a smile on my face the whole time. You’re a worthless excuse for a Detective and everyone here knows it. You’ve screwed your way to the top and backstabbed Gena to get into your Captain’s good books. Well look around you honey, you’re a real star. No one stopped Gena or me taking you on. I’ve currently got you in a hold, where I could snap your neck if I wanted to, and not one person is stepping forward to help you. Yeah, you’ve really made it.” - Stephanie Carovella to Sandra Barton

Swearing, d’Angelo entered the elevator. Fortunately, that was also still in order. When he got to the bridge, everything looked pretty ordinary – except for the third body of the day, which was lying spread-eagled on the deck with an almost comical look of surprise on his face. Jang was dead, although d’Angelo couldn’t see the cause, but then, he was no doctor. He sighed dismally. Now he hadn’t a navigator either. Or a crew for that matter.

Her eyes narrowing, she turned her attention back to where Stephanie stood with Ben, feeling her own pain turn to intense fury. “Dominic knew her so damn well because he was usually thinking the same thing. She was his female version – two halves fitting perfectly together,” Gena spat out, anger inflected in her voice. “Like him, she’s reckless and like him, once she gets something into her head nothing or no one will change her mind.” Her fury revealed itself in her eyes, as she spat out, “And, like him, she’s going to get herself killed.” - Gena Evans, Nowhere to Run

The next day, Angelina was tending a fresh pot of red gravy on the stove. She was going to make Veal Parmigiana for dinner, to be accompanied by pasta, fresh bread, and salad. She left the sauce on low and went to put the finishing touches on the pie she had planned. Earlier, she had made 'a vol-au-vent'- the word means "windblown" in French- a pastry that was as light and feathery as a summer breeze, that Angelina had adapted to serve as a fluffy, delicately crispy pie crust. The crust had cooled and formed a burnished auburn crown around the rim of the pie plate. She took a bowl of custardy creme anglaise out of the refrigerator and began loading it into a pie-filling gadget that looked like a big plastic syringe. With it, she then injected copious amounts of the glossy creme into the interior of the pie without disturbing the perfect, golden-crusty dome. That done, she heated the chocolate and cream on the stove top to create a chocolate ganache, which she would use as icing on the pie, just to take it completely over the top.

Soon, things were heating up in the kitchen. The first course was a variation on a French recipe that had been around since Escoffier, Baccala Brandade. Angelina created a silky forcemeat with milk, codfish, olive oil, pepper, and slow-roasted garlic, a drizzle of lemon juice, and a shower of fresh parsley, then served it as a dip with sliced sourdough and warmed pita-bread wedges, paired with glasses of bubbly Prosecco. The second course had been a favorite of her mother's called Angels on Horseback- freshly shucked oysters, wrapped in thin slices of prosciutto, then broiled on slices of herb-buttered bread. When the oysters cooked, they curled up to resemble tiny angels' wings. Angelina accented the freshness of the oyster with a dab of anchovy paste and wasabi on each hors d'oeuvre. She'd loved the Angels since she was a little girl; they were a heavenly mouthful. This was followed by a Caesar salad topped with hot, batter-dipped, deep-fried smelts. Angelina's father used to crunch his way through the small, silvery fish like French fries. Tonight, Angelina arranged them artfully around mounds of Caesar salad on each plate and ushered them out the door. For the fifth course, Angelina had prepared a big pot of her Mediterranean Clam Soup the night before, a lighter version of Manhattan clam chowder. The last two courses were Parmesan-Stuffed Poached Calamari over Linguine in Red Sauce, and the piece de resistance, Broiled Flounder with a Coriander Reduction.

Books such as Robin D’Angelo’s White Fragility: Why It’s So Hard for White People to Talk about Racism (2018) provincialize a universal evil.

Become a student of change. It is the only thing that will remain constant.” - Anthony J. D'Angelo

Anche una piuma d'angelo può cavare un occhio, se la prendi dalla parte sbagliata.

A donde quiera que vayas, sin importar el clima, siempre lleva tu rayito de sol

Regrets are made in the things in life you don’t do, not in the things you do. Everything leads you to who you are meant to be. Doing nothing is not a life lived.

I’m not waiting for a husband to start living my life. I’m capable of taking care of myself.

Bucket list is what you do before you die. Like hurry up and check a box. The problem with checking a box is you don’t always enjoy what you’re doing. Life quest is the feeling of exploring and discovery that admittedly is like a bucket list, but without death looming.

Sometimes family are the people that you choose and not the people that you’re born to.

If two people are starting something that isn’t casual, they don’t keep secrets . . . ever. Because when you do, trust is lost. And trust is everything.

You need a man who wouldn’t dare let you go to your father alone. He wouldn’t question your relationship. He’d simply be there and hold your hand because you needed it. You don’t deserve anything less, Brooke. That’s all I’m saying. If you think that’s Marshall, then fine. I don’t think it is. And as long as you have him in your life, the other guy isn’t going to show up.

He was fighting the loss of his independence with every breath he had left in him.

You open doors and give your seat to a woman. If she doesn’t like it, find another woman.” His mother’s words, not Luca’s. “It isn’t because she can’t, it’s because you can.

Chloe reached out a hand, set it on top of Brooke’s. “Family is the most important thing.

A parental relationship shapes us. You look at the relationships around you and figure out what you want and what you don’t.

Interruption . . . imposition. These are not words Italians use. If we don’t like you, we tell you we’re out of food and wine. Then you leave.

You don’t have to approve of your daughter’s choices, but you might want to reevaluate how vehemently you hate them. That level of disapproval will keep us both from sharing our life with you to its fullest.

We’re all looking for something until we find it. The question is what.

I’ve never been angry that I’m a woman, just with what society thinks I should and shouldn’t do because of my gender.

The only woman with me is the one whose scent still lingers on my skin after spending the morning with her.” His voice was low. Salena closed her eyes and started to smile.

My father always buys big bouquets for my mother every year for Valentine’s Day . . . her birthday. Their anniversary. He sends them to her. Doesn’t hand them to her. A man who has the money to buy expensive bouquets who hands a woman a single flower . . . or even picks one for her as they’re walking in a field. That’s different.

...Mil was fascinated with history, with the idea that we are made up of all that has come before, and museums are a way of honoring that. When Milo was around twelve, he said that museums are kind of like churches in that sense. It's true, isn't it?" -Mr. D'Angelo

There seemed to be a pattern that people who started to pursue goodness were often the people who got offed. Stringer was starting to see a way to not kill people and to run a business, and he gets killed. D’Angelo wanted out; he got killed. So, the really horrible people tend to survive.

She was trouble with a capital T. He could see it in her eyes.

He’d never had to chase a woman before, or work so hard to try and convince one to date him.

He was everything she could ever want and everything she knew she could no longer do without.

We’re falling in love, one mistake at a time.

You can be so much more. “Cease your complaining and fretting; none of these things which you blame are the cause of your [problems]; the cause is within yourself, and where the cause is, there is the remedy.” – James Allen, From Poverty to Power

Listen to your intuition. It will tell you everything you need to know.

Mykl d’Angelo groaned where he sat slumped in his chair. The irritating noise was unsettling his pet dog lying on his lap. The wickerwork garden chair creaked pleasantly under him and some native Earth birds made pleasant sounds above while the cool wind wafted over him as he lazily …