Gomez Quotes

Always be yourself, there's no one better!

You have every right to a beautiful life.

Never regret trusting someone. It proves you have a heart. But if he turns out to be a lying worm ... I'm not going to waste my time crying. Because I am way too fabulous for that.

Everything happens for a reason and, something better will come along for me!

Being yourself is all it takes. If you want to impress someone don't be someone else just be yourself.

i was the never the girl who thought i need to make sure i look like all the other girl. i think you look best when you stand out

Instead of heading for a big mental breakdown, I decided to have a small breakdown every Tuesday evening.

Be yourself always, there's no one better

I need you here with me we look for our love but we dont find it im searching and searching, I really need you here with me boy were going Round-and Round!

If there never was a night or day and memories could fade away, then we'd be nothing left but the dreams we made

In an age in which the media broadcast countless pieces of foolishness, the educated man is defined not by what he knows, but by what he doesn't know.

If you love something, set it free. And if it really loves you, it will find a way to come back.

I’ve gotten to the point where the label of ‘best friend’ is so ridiculous. If you have three people in your life that you can trust, you can consider yourself the luckiest person in the whole world.

When you take your step your dream comes true,you see the sky with fluffy clouds you take your breath-the flowers bloom you belth your way to the top of the mountain you see the sky it leaves you nothing but bumps the rain comes down the lighting hits you are the thunder and Im your lighting just deal with everything Naturally.

I like to know what I'm celebrating before I put on a party hat.

Nellie grinned. "I always wanted to go to Venice. It's supposed to be the romance capital of the world." "Sweet," put in Dan. "Too bad your date is an Egyptian Mau on a hunger strike." The au pair sighed. "Better than an eleven-year-old with a big mouth.

The older I’ve gotten, the more I’ve learned that I have to open myself up to all opportunities. Maybe I’ll get burned and not meet the right people, but I won’t know until I do it.

you have the right to live a beautiful life

Hay una diferencia entre participar e implicarse. En un plato de huevos fritos con chorizo, la gallina participa. El cerdo se implica.

My dear children!" Nellie whopped him upside the head with her backpack. "Ow!" Uncle Alistair curled over, cupping his hand over his good eye. "Nellie!" Amy said. "Sorry," Nellie muttered. "I thought he was one of the bad guys.

Hay algo extraño en él.

The au pair was bug-eyed. "What happened back there?" "It's not our fault!" Dan babbled. "Those guys are crazy! They're like mini-Darth Vaders without the mask!" "They're Benedictine monks!" Nellie exclaimed. "They're men of peace! Most of them are under vows of silence!" "Yeah, well, not anymore," Dan told her. "They cursed us out pretty good. I don't know the language, but some things you don't have to translate.

Cat tongues are awesome." --Nellie Gomez, The 39 Clues, Beyond The Grave

People always whispered when they were hiding. Wrapped in a space suit and surrounded by vacuum, Gomez could have been lighting fireworks inside his armor and no one would have heard it, but he whispered.

I believe in second chances, but I don't believe in third or fourth chances.

I've heard the rumors but you won't come clean. I guess I'm hoping it's because of me...

You don't get Billie Joe Armstrong's autograph on your forehead without following your instincts.

Be yourself,its the best thing you can be.

I can make the stars dance

Boom gone, Yeah we move on Even if we try to forget CHORUS: Love will remember you, Love will remember me, I know it inside my heart, Forever will, forever be ours, Even if we try to forget, Love will remember 5x

Nobody got me out," Nellie replied. "They just let me go. They think I'm a deranged Jonah Wizard fan. Apparently, the hotel's full of them. A couple of idiots actually jumped off the front balcony. Can you picture that?" "In Technicolor," Amy said bitterly. "That low-down KGB reject!" Dan fumed. "I can't believe she cheated me–right when I was in the middle of cheating her!

Caught in a bad romance. Whoaaa-oh-ooooh!" Nellie wailed along to the XM radio blaring from the enormous speakers. "Can I uncover my ears now?" Dan called from the back, where he was reclined across the leather seat. "Has Nellie stopped her Lady Gag Me impression?

Never change your originality for the sake of others because no one can play your role better than you.

Es hora de que se haga la oscuridad

Miss Bri-Bri has designed a gazillion booty-ful dresses for very famous and important people, like Princess Sugar Plum, Selena Gomez, Beyoncé, and Mrs. Claus! And

What are you doing?" Nothing. Breaking and entering. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain.

Las vidas de nuestros hijos son como flechas en nuestras manos, aprendiz. Para que sean útiles hay que impulsarlas lo más lejos posible.

Mathematicians finally developed a financial model to accurately compare apples and oranges. Any two kinds of fruit can be compared, although guavas still cause minor rounding errors.

I think the most important thing for you to do in the meantime is live. It is a very involving job, which takes much concentration and practice.

No habría nada en el mundo que la apartara de él.

I do get tired of humans

I dive into the future but I’m blinded by the sun. I’m reborn in every moment, so who knows what I’ll become...

The modern world shall not be punished: It is the punishment.” ~ Nicolas Gomez-Davila

You fall in love and it completely consumes you. So a part of you is broken when that's gone. And part of you wants to have that rebellious feeling where you're just like "Forget it- I can do anything i want" I've tried it and I've never been that girl. I'm always going to be the girl you want to take home to your parents, not for the night.

if you’re going to use the word ‘dream’ in a poem, you had better be langston hughes.

Es hora de que se haga la oscuridad.

The stalker, meanwhile, stepped into the road. Didn’t even check for traffic. There wasn’t any, but something told me this was lucky for traffic rather than the stalker.

Nellie Gomez awoke to a splitting headache. Worse, she was still hungry. "Where's my croissant?" she demanded of the person leaning over her. "Dear child," came a strangely familiar voice. "Don't 'dear child' me!" she snapped. The twenty-two-year-old punk rocker ran black-polished fingernails through black-and-orange-dyed hair, which did nothing to soothe the pounding behind her black-shaded eyes. "Give me my croissant or I'll–" It was then that she suddenly realized she was threatening the venerable Alistair Oh. "Alistair, what are you doing here?

Nellie's brow furrowed. "The great Mr. Hip-Hop Mogul standing in line with the common peasants? How do you figure that?" Dan grinned. "I'm starting to dig this 'no cars' thing. It's a great equalizer.

Esperó que todos sus secretos permanecieran ocultos entre sus paredes para siempre.

the most dangerous humans are the women who realize they don't need anyone after facing the hurricane alone

Faayalo zweegbe. —Sólo aquel que va en busca del agua puede romper el cántaro.

Ah, ah. No releas, Paul. Eres muy joven, y aquellos que releen tienden a llenarse de la sabiduría inadecuada antes de tiempo. Ahora tienes que leer, leer todo lo que puedas, lo más heterogéneo posible. Sólo cuando llegas a mis años sabes que aquello que relees no es una pérdida de tiempo.

I shouted the perfect words to scare him off. It was just the delivery (and only the delivery) that made me sound like a twelve-year-old girl with pee running down her leg. I felt dirty and stupid.

You said you loved me,I said I loved you back. What happened to that?

It's more like Gomez without Morticia.

Success is nothing if you don't have the right people to share it with; you're just gonna end up Lonley.

We weren’t exactly Barbie and Ken living in the pink dream house. No, more like Morticia and Gomez running with monsters, and with moments of passion that burned us both to the core.

Amy turned to Nellie. "Can you create a diversion to draw the clerk outside?" The au pair was wary. "What kind of diversion?" "You could pretend to be lost," Dan proposed. "The guy comes out to give you directions, and we slip inside." "That's the most sexist idea I've ever heard," Nellie said harshly. "I'm female, so I have to be clueless. He's male, so he's got a great sense of direction." "Maybe you're from out of town," Dan suggested. "Wait–you are from out of town." Nellie stashed their bags under a bench and set Saladin on the seat with a stern "You're the watchcat. Anybody touches those bags, unleash your inner tiger." The Egyptian Mau surveyed the street uncertainly. "Mrrp." Nellie sighed. "Lucky for us there's no one around. Okay, I'm going in there. Be ready." The clerk said something to her–probably May I help you? She smiled apologetically. "I don't speak Italian." "Ah–you are American." His accent was heavy, but he seemed eager to please. "I will assist you." He took in her black nail polish and nose ring. "Punk, perhaps, is your enjoyment?" "More like a punk/reggae fusion," Nellie replied thoughtfully. "With a country feel. And operatic vocals." The clerk stared in perplexity. Nellie began to tour the aisles, pulling out CDs left and right. "Ah–Artic Monkeys–that's what I'm talking about. And some Bad Brains–from the eighties. Foo Fighters–I'll need a couple from those guys. And don't forget Linkin Park..." He watched in awe as she stacked up an enormous armload of music. "There," she finished, slapping Frank Zappa's Greatest Hits on top of the pile. "That should do for a start." "You are a music lover," said the wide-eyed cashier. "No, I'm a kleptomaniac." And she dashed out the door.

he completed the thoughts inside my head. not my sentences.   my thoughts   - he understood my silence

Que para eso nos manda el universo las señales, para que hagamos con ellas lo que nos convenga.

Nada que temer, nada que cambiar Por ti me olvide de quien yo era en realidad Contigo me quede, como un diamante sin brillar No quiero ser así, espejo de tu vanidad Prefiero ser de mí Sin nada que temer, nada que cambiar Na na na Yo me siento así Bella y auténtica Na na na No seré por ti Una fuerte mental, no no [Chorus] Dices, que soy imperfecta, Que tu eres mi dueño, Quien no te madura todo el tiempo. Dices que hablo cosas tontas, Que no te merezco, Quien te crees que eres, dime quien. Te pido por favor, Que no me quieras controlar, Entregame tu amor, Sin condiciones nada mas. Permíteme vivir, soñando ésta realidad No ves que soy asi, distinta sin igual Na na na Yo me siento así Bella y auténtica Na na na No seré por ti Una fuerte mental, no no [Chorus] Dices, que soy imperfecta, Que tu eres mi dueño, Quien no te madura todo el tiempo. Dices que hablo cosas tontas, Que no te merezco, Quien te crees que eres, dime quien. [Bridge] Dices que soy una niña, Que me tienen consentida. Dices que soy diferente, Ciertamente, ciertamente. Soy lo que me gusta ser, No me intentes detener. Mírame bien, no estoy hecha de papel. Dices! [Chorus] Dices, que soy imperfecta, Que tu eres mi dueño, Quien no te madura todo el tiempo. Dices que hablo cosas tontas, Que no te merezco, Quien te crees que eres, dime quien. Eue soy imperfecta, Que tu eres mi dueño, Quien no te madura todo el tiempo. Dices que hablo cosas tontas, Que no te merezco, Quien te crees que eres, dime quien.

Y la verdad es un arma demasiado afilada como para esgrimirla enfadado.

Everyone with a lick of sense loves Morticia, but what is Gomez Addams, besides “an obviously transsexual man”?

Para algo sí que sirve la licenciatura en Filología. Acabas conociendo un montón de sinónimos para definir una situación de mierda.

It's better to be lucky than good.

Glas wen. En galés, sonrisa azul. Una mueca malévola ante el sufrimiento de nuestro peor enemigo.

We need you to go out there and cover for us while we search for whoever's bugging us," Amy said. "Whoever it is, he or she is probably nearby." "All you have to do is keep talking. We've thought a lot about this, and we think you have the necessary skills," Dan said. "Very funny, Dan-o. But true. When it comes to nonstop chat, I'm the champ," Nellie agreed. Nellie turned off the shower and they all returned to the main room. "That pool is so fine," she said, as if she'd never been interrupted. "I met this couple from Scotland, and I was all, whoa, you have some delish smoked salmon in your excellent country...." Amy raised the window carefully, not making a sound. She and Dan quietly climbed out. "--and they were all, 'Aye, lassie, we dew, ye ken our bonny fish, ye dew!'" Nellie said in a terrible Scottish accent. "So I said, 'You know what ye lads and lassies need in Scotland? Bagels! To go with!' 'Whoa,' they said, 'lassie, ye canna be serious, that is one orrrig-in-al guid idea....'" "Okay, you can stop now." "Man, that's guid news," Nellie said. "This lassie is about to pass out.

What do queer activism and vampires have in common? Turns out, a lot.

Is she worth all that pain?” he asked me, smiling. “Definitely,” I said, still reeling from the events of the day. “But I don’t deserve her.” “Then be somebody who does.” “That’s what I intend to do.

Resolutely cheerful, unrepentantly sentimental, unfortunately prone to Peter Pan syndrome, in a bafflingly nonspecific relationship with a tall, beautiful woman, deeply enthusiastic about terrible hobbies, a tendency toward overdressing, neglectful or at the least careless of his health—Gomez Addams could have walked out of a pamphlet on trans-specific medical care from Vancouver Coastal Health.

When the guy turned around, Amy began stuttering. Silently. It was a feat only Amy could manage, and only Dan could notice. And it only happened in front of boys who looked like this one. He had brown hair and caramel-colored eyes, like Dan's friend Nick Santos, who made all the sixth-grade girls turn into blithering idiots when he looked their way--in fact, would even say Watch, lean make them turn into blithering idiots, and then he'd do it. Only older. "He. Is. Hot," Nellie said under her breath. "You too?" Dan hissed.

For femmes, that evolving feminist thought reacquainted us with something we kind of knew already: men and women might mistake us for “just girls” when they see our makeup and fashions, but we were/are actually guerrilla warriors, fighting undercover in the war to save women from the continuing campaign to make us irrelevant fluff.

The two terms of the democratic alternative today—oppressive bureaucracy or repugnant plutocracy—are canceling each other out. Combining into a single term: opulent bureaucracy. At once repugnant and oppressive.

I realized that everybody wants what they don’t have. But at the end of the day, who you are on the inside is much better than who you are outside.

Depression Is Anger Without Enthusiasm. A

The selfish mind is the distracted mind and the distracted mind is the easily oppressed mind.

Es la naturaleza humana, despreciar al de abajo y odiar al de arriba hasta que subes un escalón y el ciclo empieza de nuevo.

I'm an expert in homo sapiens behavior. They can rationalize anything. Take war. They'll bankrupt their economies, sacrifie the best of their young, unleash a bloodbath that impresses even me, at the expense of providing shelter, food, and medicine for their own people. Compared to that, the sale of a few women is trivial.

Quizá tenemos miedo a lo que viene después porque, en el fondo, una brizna de nuestro ser recuerda algo terrible. Algo que olvidamos cuando llenamos por primera vez de aire nuestros pulmones, y lloramos. Y si nada nos libra de la muerte, al menos que el amor nos salve de la vida.

Pony eyed the pitcher of hot fudge sauce Nellie had placed on the table. “And if you pass that pitcher, I will reveal a nugget of information that will please you and instantly return me to your good goddess graces.” Nellie pushed the pitcher forward. “Spill. Not the fudge sauce. The info.

he loves me. i know he does.   the look in his eyes, the way he tries.   resentment came to visit a few times.   there was an aroma of greatness from the experienced potential we once danced in.

"Whoaaaaa–AARRRGGGGGGGHHHH...shove two fingers down my throat and pull out my heart...to prove that you love meeee...!" Clutching her iPod, Nellie emerged from the hatch ad lurched towards them, like creature put together from spare parts–a motion that Dan and Amy recognized as dancing. Pulling out her earbuds, she raised her face to the sky and let the rain pelt her for a few seconds. "Whoo-hoo, that is better than a facial!" she cried, running to join Dan and Amy under the overhang. "Stick around," Dan said, "for a lava treatment.

do not look for me in other people.   i do not exist elsewhere   and when you meet another, do not mention my name nor keep me in your memory.   for surely you will try to find me in her but you will not be satisfied. forget me. and make sure she doesn't read this book.

We played for about half an hour before I realized we were actually playing two different games. What I’d thought of as ludo was actually a game called gin rummy, and what Warren was playing seemed to be a mixture of craps and table tennis. Once we started playing by one consistent set of rules, though, the fun was really over.

Then, just like that, Gaby remembered the real last time she had seen Alma cry. It was the day Mrs. Gomez had picked the girls up from school early to tell them that Gaby’s mom had been arrested at work. Alma wept immediately. She seemed to know what it meant before Gaby could even grasp Mrs. Gomez’s words. Two weeks later, when her mom was deported, Gaby cried for a week straight. It was Alma who finally dragged her outside and back into the world.

I used to think all drunks were idiots, but I don't anymore; I've changed my mind about idiots.

Comprendo la desesperanza. El sentimiento de culpa. El saber que el mundo está roto y no puede arreglarse.

i dive into the future , but im blinded by the sun , im reborn in ever ymoment so who knows what i'll become

Dead-end streets and boulevards You threw in the towel, I broke your heart But there's a first time for everything Who would've thought you'd feel so cold And all these memories seem so old To think you were my everything Remember when we'd talk all night But time ain't easy on us, how can love die? I got so much shit to say But I can't help feeling like I'm camouflage Fortress around my heart You were mine just yesterday Now I have no idea who you are It's like you camouflage

Lo primero que habría que hacer es comprender para qué pueden servir las redes sociales a nivel profesional y definir un objetivo claro.

Stubbornness one of the remarkable characteristic of the human being

Todo lo necesario para el triunfo del mal es que los hombres buenos no hagan nada

Porque hay territorios del alma que no pueden ser compartidos, por mucho que quieras y confíes en la otra persona.

A menudo en la vida, cuando mejor crees que van las cosas, es cuando más cerca estás de pifiarla a lo grande. Una cagada épica y espantosa que antes de cometerla te parecerá una magnífica idea. Tan buena que irás cantando y bailando hacia ella, como una cucaracha que se zambulle en un barreño de insecticida haciendo un doble tirabuzón.

If I gave you every piece of me, I know that you could drop it Give you the chance, I know that you could take advantage once you got it If I open up my heart to you, I know that you could lock it Throw away the key and keep it there forever in your pocket If I gave the opportunity to you, then would you blow it? If I was the greatest thing that happened to you, would you know it? If my love was like a flower, would you plant it, would you grow it? I might give you all my body, are you strong enough to hold it? If I show you all my demons And we dive into the deep end Would we crash and burn like every time before? I would tell you all my secrets Wrap your arms around my weakness If the only other option's letting go

Turn my back to the door, Feels so much better now No need to try, anymore Nothing left to lose As the voice that's in the air saying, 'Don't look back to nowhere' There's a force that's always there And I'll never be, quite the same as I was before these, Part of you, still remains Oh, its out of focus Your just somewhere that I've been And I won't go back again And I'll never be like I was, the day I met you To naive? Yes, I was Boy that's why I let you in Wear your memory like a stain Can't erase or numb the pain, Here to stay with me forever I'm breathing in, breathing out Ain't that what it's all about? Living life, crazing loud Like I have the right to No more words, in my mouth, Nothing left to figure out, But I don't think I'll ever break through, The ghost of you.

Rivelerò un segreto: a volte sono contenta che Henry non ci sia. A volte mi piace stare sola. A volte, a tarda notte, passeggio per la casa e fremo di piacere all'idea di non dover parlare né toccare, di poter camminare e basta, o restarmene seduta o fare un bagno. A volte mi sdraio sul pavimento del soggiorno ad ascoltare i Fleetwood Mac, i Bangles, i B-52's, gli Eagles, gruppi che Henry non sopporta. A volte faccio lunghe passeggiate con Alba senza lasciare un biglietto per dire dove sono. A volte mi vedo con Celia per un caffè e parliamo di Henry, e di Ingrid, e di chiunque Celia stia frequentando quella settimana. A volte sto con Charisse e Gomez, non parliamo di Henry e riusciamo a divertirci. Una volta sono andata nel Michigan e al mio ritorno Henry non c'era ancora e io non gli ho mai detto di essere stata via. A volte chiamo una baby-sitter e vado al cinema o a fare un giro in bicicletta al calar della notte lungo la pista ciclabile che costeggia la spiaggia di Montrose senza luci; è come volare. A volte sono contenta che Henry non ci sia, ma sono sempre contenta quando torna.

Moreno, Morelos, Cantine, Gomez, Gutierrez, Villanousul, Ureta, Licon, Navarro, Iturbi; Jorge, Filomena, Nena, Manuel, Jose, Tomas, Ramona. This man walked and this man sang and this man had three wives; and this man died of this, and that of that, and the third from another thing, and the fourth was shot, and the fifth was stabbed and the sixth fell straight down dead; and the seventh drank deep and died dead, and the eighth died in love, and the ninth fell from him horse, and the tenth coughed blood, and the eleventh stopped his heart, and the twelfth used to laugh much, and the thirteenth was a dancing one, and the fourteenth was most beautiful of all, the fifteenth had ten children and the sixteenth is one of those children as is the seventeenth; and the eighteenth was Tomas and did well with his guitar; the next three cut maize in their fields, had three lovers each; the twenty-second was never loved; the twenty-third sold tortillas, patting and shaping them each at the curb before the Opera House with her little charcoal stove; and the twenty-fourth beat his wife and now she walks proudly in the town and is merry with new men and here he stands bewildered by this unfair thing, and the twenty-fifth drank several quarts of river with his lungs and was pulled forth in a net, and the twenty-sixth was a great thinker and his brain now sleeps like a burnt plum in his skull.

This week I was watching the Rachel Maddow Show (you'd love her: she's funny and brilliant and just happens to be a stunning butch), and she was interviewing the outgoing attorney general, Loretta Lynch, about the country's post election future. The entire show was like a burst of hope so bright I almost had to put on sunglasses. The African American attorney general, prim and plump, sat perched on a barstool talking to a white butch lesbian who has her own national television news show! The event was being recorded in the Stonewall Inn, the site of one of the first places where queer people fought back against police violence! (I was so nervous about being a lesbian in 1969, I hid the tiny newspaper clipping from you.) Simply that the interview was happening made me remember that there are people in the world who are not such egotistical, political careerists as to believe that human rights don't matter. Then, as if just showing up wasn't enough, Attorney General Lynch spoke a truth that is hard to remember from our short-lived perspective: "History is bigger than one turn of the electoral wheel." During your eighty-eight years on this plane, you saw numerous turns of the wheel, and many of them did not land on a prize. Still, toward the end of your life, you took me in and bestowed not just a roof and clothes and food but the gift of your history and the knowledge that we find hope inside ourselves.