Rodriguez Quotes

There's no point in defending camp if you guys die. All our friends are here.

When given an opportunity, deliver excellence and never quit.

Mister Dresden," he said. "And Miss Rodriguez, I believe. I didn't realize you were an art collector." "I am the foremost collector of velvet Elvii in the city of Chicago," I said at once. "Elvii?" Marcone inquired. "The plural could be Elvises, I guess," I said. "But if I say that too often, I start muttering to myself and calling things 'my precious,' so I usually go with the Latin plural.

Do you really think you can win?' 'Yeah. Hell, Ortega is only the third or fourth most disturbing thing I've tangled with today.' 'But even if you do win, what does it change?' 'Me getting kiilled now. That way, I get to be killed later tonight instead.' - Susan Rodriguez & Harry Dresden, Death Masks, Jim Butcher

Hunting is not a sport. In a sport, both sides should know they're in the game.

cry, child, for those without tears have a grief which never ends.

Tough times don't define you, they refine you. ‪

Women are like tea bags; you never know how strong they are until they’re put in hot water. — ELEANOR ROOSEVELT

It's important to be smart, but it's also important to be active with your intelligence. The more you sit around over-thinking things, the more trouble you get into.

Love the one that love's you Back

Ever director has at least 10 bad films in them.

People, even those closest to you, are surprising...Nobody is everything they seem.

Ella, wherever you are, if you’re out there listening, I love you. You are my entire world. You’ve always said you thought Cinder was a coward for doing what the people expected of him instead of following his heart. Well, I’m not a coward. This Prince Cinder chooses his Ellamara. I choose you, Ella, and I’m not going to let you be a coward, either. I’m not going to let my fame scare you away. We’re Cinder and Ella, woman! We’re supposed to get our fairy-tale ending!

Why do we insist on putting limitations on what people are capable of doing?

Eyes as dark as her heart and as empty as her soul

Sometimes I think war is God's way of teaching us geography.

There are always going to be some people in life who disappoint you and don't believe in you like you hoped they would, and you have to find the strength to rise about it and realize that they're wrong. You're still a worthy person whether they thing so or not. If there's no one else to tell it to you, then tell it to yourself.

If you wake up in the Morning, It's a Good day! And Everything is Fixable!

The drama of the essay is the way the public life intersects with my personal and private life. It's in that intersection that I find the energy of the essay.

also,' Rodriguez finished, 'you looked totally hot on tv, and your sister looks pretty good naked. Now. Tell me about what really happened with Quinn.

We were discussing a grisly double murder and Rodriguez was telling us all this in the same sort of conversational tone a person might use to pass on a favorite lasagna recipe. And I was responding with the same enthusiasm a new cook might show. I was simultaneously horrified and impressed with myself.

All your dreams can come true. It s not easy but not impossible either.

You 'will never belive it.

But one does not forget by trying to forget. One only remembers.

„It was a credulous age... as all ages are.

Its magnificence was indescribable, and its magnitude was inconceivable. She felt overwhelmed in the presence of its greatness. Pg 87

And yet, I have this sense that this place is holier than back home. Gluttonous, fat, oversexed, overconsuming, materialist home, where we’re too lazy to see our own faults. At least here, Rodriguez has the decency to worry about hell.

Our weakness is an invitation to discover God's strength.

If you want to Be Counted, You Will Need to Go for It!

go ahead and kill us,we're already dead...

Wich is the ultimate struggle, the one fight really worth fighting.

Los caminos de la vida, no son como yo pensaba, no son como imaginaba, no son como yo creia. The roads of life are not how I thought they'd be, are not how I imagined they'd be, are not how I believed they'd be.

You have to fight for what you want in life. You can't live your life in the shadow of your brothers or sisters or parents; you have to live your life, and make it a good life, because you only have one.

Appearances can be misleading. You just never know what’s inside someone until he’s tested.

When you judge others you reveal your inability to see them through God's eyes.

It's not the amount of Bible you read, it's the amount of Bible you believe.

Don't let hard lessons harden your heart.

Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other Is fed with the necessity of seeing each other It is concluded with the impossibility of separation.

There are things so deeply personal that they can be revealed only to strangers.

my task is to make you hear,to make you feel ,and ,above all,to make you see,that is all,and it is everything

there are choices you have to make not just once, but everytime they come up.

Human unhappiness is evidence of our immortality.

At leat I'm not crazy and out of control. At least I don't feel the need to tell the whole world about every single problem in my life.

Why do people give into stereotypes others have about them? Why would you ever let someone else's negative thoughts dictate how you're going to leave your life?

Don't follow your dreams, lead them

Our culture has become so obsessed with celebrity that it’s easy to confuse fame with success. They are not the same thing.

On the street? What exactly am I doing ‘on the street’? Am I okay?’ ‘You’re probably selling your signed collection of Riley Rodriguez books for pizza money.’ ‘A whole signed collection? Sounds like I’m doing great, then.

The problem is he thinks he and Eli could be good for each other. Really good. Under different circumstances. In a different life. Or maybe, if he was just a little braver, in this one.

It was as if you could see into the sky, through it's layers and into it's core. Layers of stars, translucent blanket upon blanket. The beauty was overwhelming. The wind blew her hair, and she willed herself to stop, to breathe, to feel.

i finally got t this place were it feel right were i knew i belong were i didn't give crap maybe is not the right place but i feel save

The eyes of a man betrayed his heart.

beauty is beyond comprehension, beyond nature, it lies within the mind of a soul so divine as if it was created to divide the line between night and day.

He approached the stranger and drew his sword. "Señor," he said, "we will now discuss music.

Friendship is greater than the colonial and dominating race ideologies of hundreds of years." -"Some of My Best Friends

Paminsan-minsan din yata ay kailangang madapa para malaman mo kung paano ang tumayo ng tama.

You have a worth outside of a job, outside the "jacket" imposed on you since birth.

you dont have solo rights to anything anymore,not even your crazy life

it is the violent peotry of the times written in the blood of the youth

they say of the poet and the madmn we all have a little

there are choices you have to make not just once, but every time they come up."-chente

i'm sorry young man but the classes you chose are filled up.

oh,you'll get over it... eventually-la payasa de lomas

Vive La Vida LOCA (Live the crazy life)

Look what love does...This was the real Islam, the Islam of love, not hate. Muhammad would be proud.

El tamaño del narcotráfico en México equivale a la magnitud de la corrupción.

Why are you perpetuating a childhood you grew up despising?

This morning I wake to the blue-white light of an approaching spring in New York: the kind of light that promises it will not be this cold forever.

Confession is good for the soul even after the soul has been claimed” (p. 381).

I care about you as people, and I believe you are capable of great things. Each of you will contribute something to this world. You are important. You would be missed.

I think brown marks a reunion of peoples, an end to ancient wanderings. Rival cultures and creeds conspire with Spring to create children of a beauty, perhaps of a harmony, previously unknown. Or long forgotten.

It never stopped, this running. We were constant prey, and the hunters soon became big blurs: the police, the gangs, the junkies, the dudes on Gaarvey Boulevard who took our money, all smudged into one. Sometimes they were teachers who jumped on us Mexicans as if we were born with a hiduous stain. we were always afraid. Always Running.

When you’re as small as I am, people don’t expect you to be much of an athlete. You either wilt under the weight of low expectations, or you rise above them.

She wasn't sure who were family & who were friends, and maybe they all were both, and maybe it didn't matter one bit.

Been through mad different phases like mazes now I'm trynna find my way..

Cuesta mucho trabajo seguir vivo en este mundo imposible de narrar

I’m fucking nuts and its contagious, get outta here.

Becoming a professional photographer is not a pre-requisite for making successful images. Being passionate about your subject matter is.

You can sit in the corner and cry or you can go out and dance in the rain. Either way, the storm is coming.

It is the power of a girl with a book that is the best weapon for progress

Always follow your dreams, don't let anyone tell you that you can't be something.

I believe our longing for an innate harmony runs deeper than our longing for righteousness.

you choolos have great storys about climing fences

It doesn't work that way

Yeah,we rate all right

cry,child,for those without tears have a grief which never ends."-mexican saying

Want to know how I know I'm happy? Everything before is fading [He smiles and it hurts so good] That's how I know it's real.When I can't remember a past before you and I fear a future without you.

Books should confuse. Literature abhors the typical. Literature flows to the particular, the mundane, the greasiness of paper, the taste of warm beer, the smell of onion or quince. Auden has a line: "Ports have names they call the sea." Just so will literature describe life familiarly, regionally, in terms life is accustomed to use -- high or low matters not. Literature cannot by this impulse betray the grandeur of its subject -- there is only one subject: What it feels like to be alive. Nothing is irrelevant. Nothing is typical.

Big Papi placed among the top five in Most Valuable Player balloting during his first five seasons with the Red Sox. His best finish in that span was second place in 2005, just losing out to Alex Rodriguez of the New York Yankees. It was A-Rod, however, who suggested he’d gladly trade his hardware for the ring Ortiz won in 2004. A-Rod got the hardware for MVP again in 2007, but it was Ortiz who got another ring.

La verdadera revolución feminista de las madres no es salir a trabajar, es poder elegir hacerlo o no, contando con un sistema que nos contenga y nos soporte, favoreciendo oportunidades para emprender desde el hogar o trabajar a medio tiempo con una paga acorde a nuestro desempeño y no a nuestro sexo

My therapist played your interview in front of everyone I know. I was the only one who hadn’t seen it. I had no idea what was going on and everyone stared at me the whole time. I had to watch that interview with my father standing over my shoulder. It was so embarrassing.” Brian crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. “My love for you is embarrassing?” Miracle of miracles, I managed to keep a straight face. “There’s such a thing as subtlety, Brian. You could benefit from a few lessons on the subject.” I’d been doing well, but when Brian’s face fell into a pout I burst into laughter. “I loved it.

Charlie’s Almanack, Influence, and Man’s Search for Meaning, among others The habit of listening to single songs on repeat for focus (page 507) Nearly everyone has done some form of “spec” work (completing projects on their own time and dime, then submitting them to prospective buyers) The belief that “failure is not durable” (see Robert Rodriguez, page 628) or variants thereof Almost every guest has been able to take obvious “weaknesses” and turn them into huge competitive advantages (see Arnold Schwarzenegger, page 176)

Of all the institutions in their lives, only the Catholic Church has seemed aware of the fact that my mother and father are thinkers—persons aware of the experience of their lives. Other institutions—the nation’s political parties, the industries of mass entertainment and communications, the companies that employed them—have all treated my parents with condescension.

There are many men like this; they can form a plausible theory and grasp its logical points, but take it away from them and destroy it utterly before their eyes, and they will not so easily lash their tired brains at once to build another theory in place of the one that is ruined.

Dear church, John the baptist died for exposing the sins of others. Jesus died to actually pay for the sins of others. John was great, but we should not follow his model. Our model is Christ. So lets stop telling the world how bad their sin is and lets start sharing how good the Father has always been.

Most, I loved James Baldwin's essays. There was to a Baldwin essay a metropolitan elegance I envied, a refusal of the livid. In Baldwin I found a readiness to rise to prophetic wrath, something like those ministers, and yet, once more, to bend down in tenderness, to call grown men and women "baby" (a whiff of the theater). Watching Baldwin on television—I will always consider the fifties to have been a sophisticated time—fixed for me what being a writer must mean. Arching eyebrows intercepted ironies, parenthetically declared fouls; mouthfuls of cigarette smoke shot forth ribbons of exactitude.

I am rich, thank you very much. And you are excused for being shortsighted. It is Americans, you British, and all the other Westerners who think they know what's right and what's wrong, who make money from the sale of heroin and opium with one hand, and yet pay mullahs to preach that growing poppies is against the Koran with the other." He laughed. "Hypocrites all!

A Word with Jose Rodriguez-Feo" As one of the secretaries of the moon The queen of ignorance, you have deplored How she presides over imbeciles. The night Makes everything grotesque. Is it because Night is the nature of man's interior world? Is lunar Habana the Cuba of the self? We must enter boldly that interior world To pick up relaxations of the known. For example, the old man selling oranges Sleeps by his basket. He snores. His bloated breath Bursts back. what not quite realized transit Of ideas moves wrinkled in a motion like The cry of an embryo? the spirit tires, It has, long since, grown tired, of such ideas. It says there is an absolute grotesque. There is a nature that is grotesque within The boulevards of the generals. Why should We say that it is man's interior world Or seeing the spent, unconscious shapes of night, Pretend they are shapes of another consciousness? The grotesque is not a visitation. It is Not apparition but appearance, part Of that simplified geography, in which The sun comes up like news from Africa.

Book, when I close you life itself opens. I hear broken screams in the harbor. The copper slugs cross the sandy areas, descending to Tocopilla. It is night. Between the islands our ocean palpitates with fish. It touches the feet, the thighs, the chalky ribs of my homeland. Night touches the shoreline and rises while singing at daybreak like a guitar awakening. I feel the irresistible force of the ocean's call. I am called by the wind, and called by Rodriguez, José Antonio, I received a telegram from the "Mina" worker's union and the one I love (I won't tell you her name) waits for me in Bucalemu. Book, you haven't been able to enwrap me, you haven't covered me with typography, with celestial impressions, you haven't been able to trap my eyes between covers, I leave you so I can populate groves with the hoarse family of my song, to work burning metals or to eat grilled meat at the fireside in the mountains. I love books that are explorers, books with forest and snow, depth and sky, but I despise the book of spiders that employs thought to weave its venomous wires to trap the young and unsuspecting fly. Book, free me. I don't want to be entombed like a volume, I don't come from a tome, my poems don't eat poems, they devour passionate events, they're nurtured by the open air and fed by the earth and by men. Book, let me wander the road with dust in my low shoes and without mythology: go back to the library while I go into the streets. I've learned to take life from life, to love after a single kiss, and I didn't teach anything to anyone except what I myself lived, what I shared with other men, what I fought along with them: what I expressed from all of us in my song.

It is my opinion that education is a key component to peace and progress. Despite their arrogant claims to have all the answers, world religions cannot account for recent insights and discoveries about the natural world and human history. In this, the most tantalizing argument against religious faith comes forth in the way of science and reason. An ever-growing scientific consensus has resulted in the ever-shrinking populous of religious relevance.

To many persons around him, he appears too much the academic. There may be some things about him that recall his beginnings—his shabby clothes; his persistent poverty; or his dark skin (in those cases when it symbolizes his parents’ disadvantaged condition)—but they only make clear how far he has moved from his past. He has used education to remake himself. They expect—they want—a student less changed by his schooling. If the scholarship boy, from a past so distant from the classroom, could remain in some basic way unchanged, he would be able to prove that it is possible for anyone to become educated without basically changing from the person one was. The scholarship boy does not straddle, cannot reconcile, the two great opposing cultures of his life. His success is unromantic and plain. He sits in the classroom and offers those sitting beside him no calming reassurance about their own lives. He sits in the seminar room—a man with brown skin, the son of working-class Mexican immigrant parents.