Shakira Quotes

Um, tequila please?” I asked questioningly, enunciating each word as best as my drunken mouth would allow. So really, it came out as “Uff, shakira pea?

Walking gets too boring when you learn how to fly.

Fame isolates people from reality. That happens to many artists, and I don't want it to happen to me.

Nationalism is cured by traveling.

The worst frustration for a singer is choosing a career in making music and then not being able to make music because you're always giving interviews

I always believed that women have rights and that there are some women that are intelligent enough to claim those rights. There are some others that are stupid enough not to. It is as cut-and dried as that. It doesn't matter if you are a woman or not; in this life, to earn your place you have to fight for it.

Shakira and Beyoncé have a great bank account, too.

Politics is clearly a not so happening topic in our young blood. I could clearly see many students yawning. Some might have been discussing the new Shakira video amongst themselves, the one shown on MTV these days. Bloody donkeys, if it was a porno movie featuring an interracial orgy, their eyes might have ogled out and ears might have become sensitive to the oohs and aahs but not for causes of the nation. Hrmpf …youth power indeed!

That’s right, Sha-kira?” I shook my head “No, sorry. My hips do lie.” “Damn ok, back to the drawing board.

my hips are moving like Shakira’s.

You can't achieve anything in life without a small amount of sacrifice

I don't like the way he say you. Like I different. Like I didn't just see one-of-me-like-me beat until she fall. [...] But my boy doesn't see. He can't see. Can't hear, either. He never tried to mimic my words and so he doesn't understand and I see again, why Mama so afraid of Below.

El amor es la gran idealización contemporánea. El amor a lo Shakira y Piqué, tan limpios, tan felices, tan guapos, tan todo. El amor nos salvará, el amor es lo mejor del ser humano. Sí, digo sí a todo esto. Pero de lo que estamos hablando en estas páginas no es de amor, sino de otra cosa. Porque confundimos el amor con esa especie de naufragio continuo que ni siquiera es un naufragio compartido, ni siquiera es un naufragio a dos, sino el hundimiento entre varios náufragos que intentan salvar se ahogando al otro con él. Hasta que aparezca un nuevo palo al que agarrarse.

Thor Wachtmeister and his own Sweetie Gate.

I squat like a sumo wrestler, pee like a racehorse, and my shimmy to drip-dry puts Shakira’s hips to shame.

«Sai che somiglia vagamente a Shakira, la cantante...quella colombiana.»⠀ «Si, e l'altra? L'amica che si è fatto Giulio a chi somiglia a Ricky martin?»⠀ «Mah, ecco...la sua amica a dire il vero era parecchio bruttina ma lui si sa che a volte si lascia prendere dai particolari...diciamo che ha un bel sorriso e per questo a lui è garbata subito.» «Ho capito avete incontrato Shakira e Sciagura...»❞ Pag. 46

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I wish Chunk was here to see this' 'If Chunk was here, he would be dead by now," Hannah declared. 'Who's Chuck?' Rex asked. As if I would name my dog Chuck. Sometimes I found Rex to be so stupid. 'It's Chunk, like chunky peanut butter. Chunk. He's my dog. He's amazing and he's dignified. He's got more dignity in one of his paws than Shakira does in her entire left hip.

Kinky is a Barber, for the decent family and universities of Rihanna and Shakira.

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There's no better makeup than confidence

As for the other central vowels, do you know the song “Better Man” by Pearl Jam? (No judgment if not; they’ve done better.) See if you can find it on YouTube. Listen to the part of the chorus where Eddie Vedder sings “Can’t find a better man.” Hear how his voices changes—how it kind of sounds huskier? This is something you heard a lot in the nineties (Scott Weiland did it; Shakira does it a lot; Dave Matthews did a lot [or Dave, as his true fans call him]). What Eddie Vedder is actually doing is centralizing all the front vowels. His typical pronunciation of “can’t find a better” is something I’d transcribe as . Naturally, he doesn’t always sing this way. Every so often he simply feels the need to kick it into overdrive, and so he centralizes all the vowels. It’s a noticeably different sound. As for why, the only thing I can come up with is that it obscures a lot of the vocalic variety of English (there are fewer distinctions for central vowels than for front vowels), and makes it easier to hold a tone. It’s also why baby comes out babay a lot of times ([e] is lower than [i], which means your mouth is open wider). Anyway, if you’re trying to nail central vowels, remember Eddie Vedder (but hopefully for “Corduroy,” “Yellow Ledbetter,” “Black,” “Guaranteed,” “Oceans,” and “I Got Id” rather than “Better Man”).

She was on the stage, busting out a performance to Shakira’s “Loca”, and making Mo, for the first time since he started with Hawk, wish he had another job. Honest to fuck, if he managed to get through the whole night, and all three of her feature sets (this was number two), without jumping off the stage and punching every motherfucker watching her in the throat, it’d be a miracle. He got why she was a headliner. He got why it was a packed house. She was graceful. She knew how to dance. She was beautiful. She had an awesome outfit on (or was taking it off). And she was sexy AF. Christ.

In terms of endurance, I do not hold a distance.