Santana Quotes

One day there will be no borders, no boundaries, no flags and no countries and the only passport will be the heart

Happiness is not a destination or an experience. It's a decision.

Peace has never come from dropping bombs. Real peace comes from enlightenment and educating people to behave more in a divine manner.

Most people are prisoners, thinking only about the future or living in the past. They are not in the present, and the present is where everything begins.

Live up to your convictions. You walk in grace or you walk in fear. You can't have it both ways.

People get stuck in their stories. My advice is to end your story and begin your life.

The most valuable possession you can own is an open heart. The most powerful weapon you can be is an instrument of peace.

You call out Gods name one more time while im between your legs, even he wont be able to save you little lamb.

Everything is a battlefield. If you fight with anger, you are part of the problem. If you fight with joy, you're part of the solution.

Maybe in the end, that’s what love was. Forgiveness. Undeniable, unsolicited, and at times unrequited.

when you go through hell—your own darkest night of the soul—don’t take pictures to show to your friends.

There's never one sunrise the same or one sunset the same.

What is an ego except something that thinks it’s separate from God?

Jimmy Carter is the embodiment of dignity, grace, and the hope for a better world - Carlos Santana

He demanded honesty from everyone, and he gave it in return.

Oh Romina, that’s where you’re wrong. A story can hurt you. A good story can wound, maim, and scar. A good story will leave you questioning what you believe to be right or wrong for the sake of pseudo-pleasure fulfilled by some neurons shooting off sparks in your brain. A good story will tear your soul out from your chest and keep you from moving on until you find another that can take its place.

One day there will be no borders, no boundaries, no flags, and no countries and the only passport will be the heart.

The truth can be a nasty thing to process.

Those skirts are crunchy toast! Santana Lopez bent over in hers the other day, and I swear I could see her ovaries.

Let him grow up, Regan. Quit fighting the inevitable. For Christ's sake, Jeremy's nearly a man." "Haven't you heard? Twenty's the new twelve." "Only from overprotective, control-freak mothers.

The only magic that existed was the kind you created on your own. The universe always answered yes, you just had to make sure you asked the right questions.

Those who fail to learn from the past are doomed to repeat it.

It takes strength, man, to know when to let go of your kids, really, really let them go and trust them with the one who made them in the first place.

Because sometimes when it hurts, it's best to cut it open to get rid of all the pain.

I want to get lost in someone's happiness.

I don’t understand it,” I said honestly. “But it’s beautiful.” “That is exactly how beautiful things should be. But be careful, because they are the ones that hurt the most.

Love scars. Love leaves you half the person you were before and twice as eager to take your life when it’s all over.

You call out God’s name one more time while I’m between your legs, even he won’t be able to save you, little lamb.

I want to know that you’re desperate for me,

Your mind is a magnet. You don’t attract what you need or what you want; you attract who you are. And I LOVE WHO I AM!

God I love you.” “Hold on to that thought for the next ninety years.

Do you want to be safe or desired? You can’t have both with me.

From somewhere across the third-floor landing, Señora Santana’s hellish Chihuahua gave an existential bark.

Sonny Santorini was terrifying.

There is no water to put out the fire. Mi canto la esperanza. —Carlos Santana “Maria Maria

Gladly. And El Pico Duarte is in the other direction.” She pointed with her lips. “You could still be a good person, Santana. It isn’t too late. Even if you are a compulsive, manipulative liar.

love and distance can be compared to fire and air. If the fire is like that of a candle a simple puff of ordinary air will extinguish it: but if the fire is a raging wildfire, then the wind will only fuel it to grow stronger.

And as for what I’ve learned: be an instrument of peace. Be a gentleman at all costs. Enjoy yourself—have fun with your existence. Learn to listen to your inner voice and don’t overdose on yourself. Keep your darkness in check. Let music be a healing force. Be a real musician: once you start counting money before notes, you’re a full-time wannabe. Put your guitar down and go outside and take a long drink of light with your eyes. Go walk in the park and take off your shoes and socks and feel the grass under your feet and mud between your toes. Go see a baby smiling, go see a wino crawling, go see life. Feel life—all of it, as much as possible. Find a human melody, then write a song about it. Make it all come through your music.

We want to extend an invitation to healing... Turn off the news and turn on the light in your own heart.

Capitalism was the real disease, and the church knew just how to leverage people’s greed and desires to fuel their growth.

Except for the part where I never told him that I was born a man.

The most valuable possession you can own is an open heart; the most powerful weapon you can be is an instrument of peace.

Sebenarnya kita bisa melewati jembatan yang panjang itu, sayangnya kita kekurangan motivasi

Oh my sweet little pet, make no mistake, I am that abomination,” he said, reaching out to caress my face. “And it is your soul I will devour.

life moves on so why stop it now!!!

don’t know, Pet. I’m not a monster. I’m a son of the Devil. I don’t ask for anything; it’s offered to me freely.

Her love was wild. It was sharp and full of of edges, and I often found myself on the bleeding end of her blade.

Page one, sentence one: "A Sister of Christian rehabilitation was soliciting funds at the bottom of the escalator. Our eyes met and I smiled first; therefore no donation necessary.

Mpelelezi wa Tume ya Dunia kutoka Israeli Daniel Yehuda Ben-Asher Ebenezer, Mhebrania aliyeishi Givat Ram, Jerusalem, na mke wake mrembo Hadara na mtoto wake mzuri Navah Ebenezer, alikuwa Ukanda wa Gaza siku alipopigiwa simu na Kiongozi wa Kanda ya Asia-Australia ya Tume ya Dunia U Nanda – kutoka Copenhagen kuhusiana na wito wa haraka wa kuonana na Rais wa Tume ya Dunia. Yehuda aliondoka usiku kwenda Yangon, Myama, ambapo alionana na U Nanda na kupewa maelekezo yote ya kikazi aliyotakiwa kuyafuata. Mbali na maelekezo yote ya kikazi aliyotakiwa kuyafuata, Nanda alimkabidhi Yehuda kachero wa Kolonia Santita Mandi Dickson Santana (bila kujua kama Mandi ni kachero wa Kolonia Santita) ili amsindikize mpaka stendi ya mabasi ya Maubin, nje ya Yangon. Baada ya hapo Yehuda alisafiri mpaka Copenhagen ambapo yeye na wenzake walikabidhiwa Operation Devil Cross, ya kung’oa mizizi ya Kolonia Santita duniani kote. Yehuda alifanya kosa kubwa kuonana na kachero wa Kolonia Santita Mandi Santana! Kwa sababu hiyo, sauti na picha ya Yehuda vilichukuliwa, watu wengi walikufa katika miji ya Copenhagen na Mexico City.

Esa mirada que esta hablándote.. Gritándote... Tu siendo Ciego, sordo. Y no puedes observar lo que tu corazòn pinto en un lienzo de razón con su pincel de intuición... Firmando como la Perdición.

In 1983, after my son, Salvador, was born, I visited Cihuatlan, my dad's hometown in Mexico with my dad. I met a lady there who told me, "Carlos, I grew up with Don Jose'. (dad) We were from the same generation. I want you to know that you might be recognized around the world, but here Don Jose' is the Santana that counts." My dad just looked at me. I smiled and said, "Hey that's fine with me.

I’m fucking lost over you. I don’t know who I am when you’re not around, and I’m so addicted to you that you’re all I dream about. You’re all I fucking think about every second of the damn day. I fucking loathe your existence more than anything in this world because there’s nothing that scares me more than the idea of waking up and you not being there anymore. That this was all just some dream. And I’m supposed to just hope this is forever? Live off the faith that you won’t just wake up one morning and go back to the only thing you’ve ever known? Go back to that monster? That’s fucking terrifying, Romina. You’re all I fucking want. You’re all I have.

How long?” Jayce’s scalding breath singed the side of Wes’ neck as he spoke against his skin. “Does Scotto know about you and me? Does he know I’m the one who ruined you for him and all men?” Bastard was so full of himself. Wes remained quiet and ceased his struggles. He could breathe since Jayce’s hold wasn’t too tight. But his chest heaved and his groin throbbed like a mother. He hated how he responded to the slightest touch from Jayce.

Anne Harrington de Santana, has discerned that nuclear weapons have acquired the status of fetish objects; like the coin of the realm in relation to commodities, our glittering warheads have become markers of national power: “Just as access to wealth in the form of money determines an individual’s opportunities and place in a social hierarchy, access to power in the form of nuclear weapons determines a state’s opportunities and place in the international order.

The beautiful things did hurt. And maybe I was a sucker for pain, because I wasn't ready to find out what would happen if it were to stop hurting. If they went away. If they left me here. I think that would hurt the most, more than never having left the belltower at all.

Because they were the weapon, and I was built to pardon their pain. Maybe in the end, that's what love was. Forgiveness. Undeniable, unsolicited, and at times unrequited. It was the ability to look past the pain despite all the hurt it could cause you because in the end you knew it could do the same for you.

Mi cuerpo es la letra cuando mi mano tienta a estructurar cada sitio recorrido por mi saliva, cada silencio oculto por mi piel, cada roce estancado en toda mi agonía, en el luto material de la maldita enfermedad que no se quita, porque aquí es donde mi cuerpo es tiempo, y el tiempo es el simple recorrer de mis ojos al encuentro de esta espera, de este escribir irrompible y deshecho, de este cuerpo enfermo.

Daniel Levitin is one of the world’s leading experts on how music influences the brain. He would be appearing with the conductor Edwin Outwater and the Kitchener-Waterloo Symphony Orchestra, which would play Beethoven. Levitin would explain how the music was affecting the audience’s collective brain. Levitin was no disinterested academic. He had had a serious career as a musician, performing with Sting, Mel Tormé, and Blue Öyster Cult, consulting with Stevie Wonder and Steely Dan, and having been recording engineer for Santana and the Grateful Dead. Then he—like Kahn—made a big switch and become a research psychologist, investigating how music interacts with the brain. He was now head of McGill University’s Laboratory for Musical Perception, Cognition and Expertise and author of This Is Your Brain on Music.

Translating how that latter fact came to life in the studio, engineer Chuck Zwicky explained from his own observations during the recording of the album that “the way that Prince’s music comes together has everything to do with how he views the individual instruments, and for example, when he’s sitting down at the drums, he’s derivatively thinking about Dave Gerbaldi, the drummer from Tower of Power, and that’s a real fascile and funky drummer; and when he plays keyboards, he’s thinking about James Brown’s horn player, on one aspect; and when he’s playing guitar, other elements creep in, because he loves Carlos Santana, and Jimi Hendrix, and this other guitar player named Bill Nelson, a rock guitar player from the 70s. And so these aspects all come together to make this unique sound that is Prince, and it’s not rock, it’s not funk, it’s not jazz, it’s not blues—it’s just his own kind of music. I remember there was one particular moment when he started playing this keyboard line, and I’m thinking ‘He can’t play that, that’s Gary Newman.’ And at that moment, he stops the tape, and turns and looks at me and asks ‘Do you like Gary Newman?’ And I said ‘You know, the album Replica never left my turntable in Jr. High School after my sister bought it for me. I listened to it until it wore out.’ And he said ‘There are people still trying to figure out what a genius he is.

Há coisas que acontecem sem nenhuma razão,

as melhores coisas que acontecem nas nossas vidas são aquelas que estão além do medo. Na verdade, além do medo de tentar.

Acredito que existem pessoas que aparecem em nossas vidas porque precisam. Acredito que existem amores que foram feitos para durar uma vida inteira. E acredito que esses mesmos amores criam conexões imediatas, que independem do tempo, da lógica e são, de fato, um pouco mágicas.

Acredito que existam amores que são feitos para serem eternos, mesmo que não possamos vivê-los,

Amar é ter um pouco de mágica no coração

She wasn’t just sunshine, she was the whole fucking Sun.

Sometimes we were so burdened by the ghosts of our pasts that we didn’t realize we might not be the only ones who were haunted.

It was filled with the ghosts of our love that guarded the crypt to our past, buried deep in its grave.

It wouldn’t matter. You think Satan cares whether or not you believe in him? He’d rather you believe in yourself.” “Why?” I asked again, trying to define something I couldn’t put in words. “Because if you believe in yourself, you’d never believe in God,” he started. “I don’t believe in good or evil. I believe in chaos. I believe in disorder and letting it run wild within your soul. I believe surrendering to the worst parts inside of us is the only way one can truly know themself. I believe that forcing people into a corrupt belief system that only serves to empower the rich and oppress those who most need help is the only form of evil I’ve ever truly witnessed.” For someone who presented as so dispassionate it seemed I’d finally figured out what Sonny cared about most.

No, karma or any force like it, was long gone from this planet. We had to create our own destiny. Forge it with our very hands and defend it with our mouths as if our tongues were weapons against deceit.

By seventeen, I had written a book on how to kill someone and get away with it using only plants. The Nile publishing services still banned it after a week—something about its “dangerous potential”. I don’t know—sometimes, a girl needs to know how to off a man in an untraceable way. I still didn’t see the issue there.

Rural Ohio. Yup. The corn maze was a joke of a holiday event, because regardless of whether it was Halloween, it would probably still exist. This entire state was a fucking corn maze, plus Cedar Point. Corn mazes and Cedar Point. The only good thing about this place was that when winter came, you could leave your beer outside to keep it cold.

I don’t know—sometimes, a girl needs to know how to off a man in an untraceable way. I still didn’t see the issue there.

This man saw me at my darkest and worst, at my most vile and vulnerable. Instead of asking how he could save me, he asked if I needed saving at all.

Why aren’t you wearing panties?” he growled. Still chewing on my bottom lip, I finally gave it a rest to answer his question. “I was hoping I’d trip and maybe fall on a dildo or two on the way here.

I’m happy to take any students held against their will back to their dorms,” he said with a straight face.

I might want to mold you to be the very thing your daddy hates, and then I’ll use you to destroy him. Maybe I want to get you so drunk on our cocks that you’ll be begging us to use and abuse you in any way we want because you’ve been craving the attention for so long you’ll take it in any form you can.

Terrifiée, je tombai en chute libre en agitant les bras, un cri coincé dans ma gorge. Je fermai les yeux et attendis l’impact qui me briserait les os. Ma dernière pensée fut pour le film 300 et la phrase « Nous sommes des Spartiates ! ». Je me sentis complètement ridicule. Sérieux, j’allais mourir, ça ne pouvait pas être ma dernière pensée ! Je devais bien avoir quelque chose de plus profond à inventer.

quando a pessoa te causa todas as melhores sensações do mundo, significa que ela pode ser responsável por todas as ruins também.

Se o universo insiste que você não deve se manter junto a alguém, você deve escutá-lo. Não se deve insistir para que dê certo, se a pessoa já coloca um grande aviso em neon sobre algo do tipo: Não quero me relacionar.

As melhores coisas da nossa vida vêm de um jeito surpreendentemente difícil de ser conquistado — sussurrei —, mas, assim que você as têm em suas mãos, sabe que todo o esforço valeu a pena.

You’re always in your head, Santana. Rarely does an uncalculated word leave your mouth. I love and hate that about you.

On the other hand, checkcast meticulously scrutinizes and casts objects, ensuring their harmonious alignment with designated classes.

It didn’t matter to me that I was a married woman. It didn’t matter that we could get caught. The only thing that mattered to me was Lamar Santana. I needed him more than I needed air to breathe.

I tucked her hair behind her ear. "The world is a terrible, fucked up, horrible place full of atrocities and monsters." I pulled her chin up so I could look at her better. "We are no different.

There was something about the dark-haired girls, no matter how sweet they painted themselves out to be, they always tended to dive headfirst into oblivion when presented with the opportunity. As if the call of the void was simply too loud to ignore, too magnetizing to not plunge deep inside of the madness and claim it for their own. Romina wore sheep's clothing, but there was a wolf inside her too. She just didn't know it yet.

I didn't knock. I didn't need to. When you offered yourself to the Devil willingly, there was no need for an invitation.

We both needed this. He craved my surrender, my submission, and now that I was here with that rope around my neck, I knew I craved all of those things too. His possession, his control, his protection. They were one in the same.

Her love was wild. It was sharp and full of edges, and I often found myself on the bleeding end of her blade.

It didn't matter if there was a Heaven or Hell, because the greatest pleasure and the greatest pain was here on Earth, with them.

She looked at me with a gaze full of nothing but love. How she could see past the monster that was inside of all of us, how she could heal us as well as herself even though the reality was, she was the most damaged one of us all was beyond me.

That depends, do you want to be safe or desired? You can’t have both with me.

God is dead darling. This has long been Satan’s playground.

I don’t believe in good or evil. I believe in chaos. I believe in disorder and letting it run wild within your soul. I believe surrendering to the worst parts inside of us is the only way one can truly know themself. I believe that forcing people into a corrupt belief system that only serves to empower the rich and oppress those who most need help is the only form of evil I’ve ever truly witnessed.

I don’t understand it,” I said honestly. “But it’s beautiful.

That is exactly how beautiful things should be. But be careful, because they are the ones that hurt the most.

When I looked at her, I saw everything I wasn’t, everything I couldn’t be.

Do monsters ever ask nicely?” I asked him. His fingers trailed the inside of my leg, a featherlight touch above the newly welting area. “I don’t know, Pet. I’m not a monster. I’m a son of the Devil. I don’t ask for anything; it’s offered to me freely.

And when we’re done with her, her holes are gonna be so filled up with heathen cock you’ll be able to see the black in her eyes from this far.

It wasn’t my fault God had made the Devil so much stronger than a man.

Memento Mori. Remember to die, remember death, remember we all die.