L Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with L. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Lo único mejor que la música es hablar de música.”
“Lo único permanente es el cambio. Cometemos un error al creer que las personas se van a mantener de manera estable a través del tiempo.”
Source: 111 Sugerencias para novios y recién casados
“Lo único que estaba claro era que no había destinos escritos y ella había aprovechado esa libertad. Su vida, hasta aquí, era una de las infinitas posibles, y hacia adelante le quedaban muchas decisiones por tomar.”
Source: La Fascinación De La Víctima
“Lo único que hacen las feministas es quemar sujetadores, las veinticuatro horas del día, siete días a la semana, sin parar para comer, dormir o ir al lavabo. Una feminista que se precie se hace pis encima antes que dejar un sujetador sin quemar. Si leyéramos el currículum de una feminista, veríamos que en el apartado «Ocupación actual» pone «Quemadora de sujetadores». Y en el apartado «Aptitudes» pone «Se le da muy bien quemar sujetadores». Y en el apartado «Otros intereses» pone «Buscar sujetadores y quemarlos». Y en el apartado «Planes de futuro a medio plazo» pone «Quemar toneladas de sujetadores». Y en el apartado «Planes de futuro a largo plazo» pone «Haber quemado todos los sujetadores del mundo».”
Source: A Book for Her
“Lo único que lamento son los momentos en los que dudé de mí mismo y tomé la ruta más segura, despreciando así la que me ofrecía una buena posibilidad de ser absolutamente feliz. La vida es demasiado corta para perder el tiempo siendo infeliz.”
“Lo único que libera una declaración de amor hecha demasiado tarde es rabia.”
Source: Tatin sin
“Lo único que me duele de morir, es que no sea de amor".”
“Lo único que me interesa - le dije- es encontrar la paz interior.”
“Lo único que me salvaría sería marcharme, ¿comprendes? Marcharme lejos de aquí, de este matrimonio, de esta casa. Estar sola... sola... ¡Sola de una vez por todas! He dejado de ser yo misma, necesito recuperarme. En el fondo, me gustaría separarme de Éric y hasta de los niños. Estar a solas conmigo misma, mucho tiempo. Creo que después todo iría mejor. Verás, Jeanne, es como si la casa, Éric, los niños estuvieran constantemente junto a mí, frente a mí, detrás de mí, como inmensas paredes de roca que me bloquean el horizonte mire adonde mire. No veo nada. Me tapan el cielo. Necesito volver a ver el cielo, apartar esos muros.”
Source: La paz de las colmenas
“Lo único que no perdimos, pensé, es la capacidad para el sufrimiento. El sufrimiento nos sale bien. Pero es un sufrimiento silenciosísimo. No molestamos a nuestros vecinos con él. Nos desplomamos, pero nos desplomamos con la mayor disciplina imaginable. Así somos. Sin duda, así somos. Desplomadores disciplinados.”
Source: In Love
“Lo único que sé es que, un minuto estoy bien y la vida es dulce y no echo nada en falta y, al siguiente, me disperso, comienzo a desbarrar y otra vez me muero por escaparme.”
Source: The Girl on the Train
“Lo único que tenemos que hacer es cerrar los ojos y paladear la bebida que tenemos
ante nosotros; escuchar la canción que alguien toca para nosotros en directo. Estamos
tan plena y radicalmente vivos como en cualquier otra vida y tenemos acceso a
exactamente el mismo espectro emocional.
Solo necesitamos ser una persona.
Solo necesitamos experimentar una existencia (p. 255)”
Source: The Midnight Library
“Lo único que va a sanarte es el amor, siempre que le des cabida.”
Source: Ripper
“Lo único que verdaderamente poseemos es el momento.”
“Lo único que yo sé es que Sam no abrió los ojos.”
Source: Hasta que el viento te devuelva la sonrisa
“Lo único seguro es que estás existiendo, Dolores, en algún rincón de este día, en algún lugar del mundo, sola o con alguien, pero sin mí. Lo único seguro es que sos mejor que todas tus imágenes, que todas las imágenes que yo tengo de vos. ¿Quise esperar este instante a solas, sin prisa exterior y sin testigos, para decirme, con todas las letras, que estoy enamorado? ¿A los cuarenta y cuatro años? Quizá solo semienamorado. Porque ella dice que no, que no me quiere. Y para estar total, completa, absolutamente enamorado, hay que tener plena conciencia de que uno también es querido, que uno también inspira amor. De modo que semienamorado.”
Source: Gracias por el fuego
“Lo único verdaderamente asombroso en esta ciudad y en este país, lo verdaderamente extraño, era la bondad.”
Source: Salvo mi corazón, todo está bien
“Lo! body and soul!--this land! Mighty Manhattan, with spires, and The sparkling and hurrying tides, and the ships; The varied and ample land,--the South And the North in the light--Ohio's shores, and flashing Missouri, And ever the far-spreading prairies, covered with grass and corn.”
Source: Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1860-1867
“Lo! He comes with clouds descending, Once for favoured sinners slain; Thousand thousand Saints attending Swell the triumph of His train.”
“Lo! now the direful monster, whose skin clings
To his strong bones, strides o'er the groaning rocks:
He withers all in silence, and his hand
Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life.”
Source: Collected Poems
“Lo! on a narrow neck of land,
'Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand.
Secure, insensible.”
Source: Wesley's Hymns and the Methodist Sunday-School Hymn-Book
“Lo! sweeten'd with the summer light,
The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow,
Drops in a silent autumn night.
All its allotted length of days
The flower ripens in its place,
Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil,
Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil.”
Source: Tennyson: Selected Poetry
“Lo! the poor Indian! whose untutor'd mind
Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind;
His soul proud Science never taught to stray
Far as the solar walk or milky way.”
“Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.”
“Lo! the poor toper whose untutored sense, Sees bliss in ale, and can with wine dispense; Whose head proud fancy never taught to steer, Beyond the muddy ecstasies of beer.”
“Lo! while we are gazing, in swifter haste
Stream down the snows, till the air is white,
As, myriads by myriads madly chased,
They fling themselves from their shadowy height.
The fair, frail creatures of middle sky,
What speed they make, with their grave so nigh;
Flake after flake,
To lie in the dark and silent lake!”
“Lo! with a little rod I did but touch the honey of romance — And must I lose a soul's inheritance?”
Source: The Artist as Critic: Critical Writings of Oscar Wilde
“Lo! ye believers in gods all goodness, and in man all ill, lo you! see the omniscient gods oblivious of suffering man; and man, though idiotic, and knowing not what he does, yet full of the sweet things of love and gratitude.”
Source: Moby-Dick: or, The Whale
“Lo, as I gaze, the statured man,
Built up from you large hand appears:
A type that nature wills to plan
But once in all a people's years.”
“Lo, for I to myself am unknown, now in God's name what must I do?”
“Lo, how to conquer evil thoughts?Easy! One thing, just try -Imagine you are the ocean vast,You are the boundless sky.”
“Lo, I am the most stupendous in the land at my particular profession.”
“Lo, I am with you always means when you look for God, God is in the look of your eyes, in the thought of looking, nearer to you than your self, or things that have happened to you. There's no need to go outside.”
“Lo, the most excellent sun so calm and haughty, The violet and purple morn with just-felt breezes, The gentle soft-born measureless light, The miracle spreading bathing all, the fulfill'd noon, The coming eve delicious, the welcome night and the stars, Over my cities shining all, enveloping man and land.”
Source: Leaves of Grass: A Textual Variorum of the Printed Poems, 1860-1867
“Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!”
Source: The Works of Alexander Pope Esq
“LOA is simply figuring out for yourself what will generate the positive feelings of having it NOW.”
“Load every rift with ore.”
“Load of badges on an uncreased chest,
Blood of every soldier is brutally dismayed”
Source: Fragments of Nothingness
“Load the sailboat with bottles of white wine, olive oil, fishing rods, and yeasty, dark-crusted bread. Work your way carefully out of the narrow channels of the Cabras port on the western shore of Sardinia. Set sail for the open seas.
Navigate carefully around the archipelago of small boats fishing for sea bass, bream, squid. Steer clear of the lines of mussel nets swooping in long black arcs off the coastline. When you spot the crumbling stone tower, turn the boat north and nuzzle it gently into the electric blue-green waters along ancient Tharros. Drop anchor.
Strip down to your bathing suit. Load into the transport boat and head for shore. After a swim, make for the highest point on the peninsula, the one with the view of land and sea and history that will make your knees buckle. Stay focused. You're not here to admire the sun-baked ruins of one of Sardinia's oldest civilizations, a five-thousand-year-old settlement that wears the footprints of its inhabitants- Phoenicians, Greeks, Romans- like the layers of a cake. You're here to pick herbs growing wildly among the ancient tombs and temples, under shards of broken vases once holding humans' earliest attempts at inebriation. Taste this! Like peppermint, but spicy. And this! A version of wild lemon thyme, perfect with seafood. Pluck a handful of finocchio marino,sea fennel, a bright burst of anise with an undertow of salt.
With finocchio in fist, reboard the transport vessel and navigate toward the closest buoy. Grab the bright orange plastic, roll it over, and scrape off the thicket of mussels growing beneath. Repeat with the other buoys until you have enough mussels to fill a pot.
In the belly of the boat, bring the dish together: Scrub the mussels. Bring a pot of seawater to a raucous boil and drop in the spaghetti- cento grammi a testa. While the pasta cooks, blanch a few handfuls of the wild fennel to take away some of the sting. Remove the mussels from their shells and combine with sliced garlic, a glass of seawater, and a deluge of peppery local olive oil in a pan. Take the pasta constantly, checking for doneness. (Don't you dare overcook it!) When only the faintest resistance remains in the middle, drain and add to the pan of mussels. Move the pasta fast and frequently with a pair of tongs, emulsifying the water and mussel juice with the oil. Keep stirring and drizzling in oil until a glistening sheen forms on the surface of the pasta. This is called la mantecatura, the key to all great seafood pastas, so take the time to do it right.”
Source: Pasta, Pane, Vino: Deep Travels Through Italy's Food Culture
“Load the sailboat with bottles of white wine, olive oil, fishing rods, and yeasty, dark-crusted bread. Work your way carefully out of the narrow channels of the Cabras port on the western shore of Sardinia. Set sail for the open seas.
Navigate carefully around the archipelago of small boats fishing for sea bass, bream, squid. Steer clear of the lines of mussel nets swooping in long black arcs off the coastline. When you spot the crumbling stone tower, turn the boat north and nuzzle it gently into the electric blue-green waters along ancient Tharros. Drop anchor.
Strip down to your bathing suit. Load into the transport boat and head for shore. After a swim, make for the highest point on the peninsula, the one with the view of land and sea and history that will make your knees buckle. Stay focused. You're not here to admire the sun-baked ruins of one of Sardinia's oldest civilizations, a five-thousand-year-old settlement that wears the footprints of its inhabitants- Phoenicians, Greeks, Romans- like the layers of a cake. You're here to pick herbs growing wildly among the ancient tombs and temples, under shards of broken vases once holding humans' earliest attempts at inebriation. Taste this! Like peppermint, but spicy. And this! A version of wild lemon thyme, perfect with seafood. Pluck a handful of finocchio marino,sea fennel, a bright burst of anise with an undertow of salt.
Withfinocchioin fist, reboard the transport vessel and navigate toward the closest buoy. Grab the bright orange plastic, roll it over, and scrape off the thicket of mussels growing beneath. Repeat with the other buoys until you have enough mussels to fill a pot.
In the belly of the boat, bring the dish together: Scrub the mussels. Bring a pot of seawater to a raucous boil and drop in the spaghetti- cento grammi a testa. While the pasta cooks, blanch a few handfuls of the wild fennel to take away some of the sting. Remove the mussels from their shells and combine with sliced garlic, a glass of seawater, and a deluge of peppery local olive oil in a pan. Take the pasta constantly, checking for doneness. (Don't you dare overcook it!) When only the faintest resistance remains in the middle, drain and add to the pan of mussels. Move the pasta fast and frequently with a pair of tongs, emulsifying the water and mussel juice with the oil. Keep stirring and drizzling in oil until a glistening sheen forms on the surface of the pasta. This is called la mantecatura, the key to all great seafood pastas, so take the time to do it right.”
Source: Pasta, Pane, Vino: Deep Travels Through Italy's Food Culture
“Load the ship and set out. No one knows for certain whether the vessel will sink or reach the harbor. Cautious people say, 'I'll do nothing until I can be sure.' Merchants know better. If you do nothing, you lose. Don't be one of those merchants who wont risk the ocean.”
“Load up our guns Bring your friends It's fun to lose and to pretend”
“Load up your mind with pictures capturing your preferred tomorrow. Put the remembrances of the past in a place where they won't block your view.”
“Load your gun with bullets to fire and load your life with wisdom to be weird”
“Loaded with note cards for research papers that I was hopelessly behind on, I'd enter the Public Library only to end up wandering around lost, wasting the day.”
Source: The coast of Chicago
“Loads of chemicals and hazardous wastes have been introduced into the atmosphere that didn't even exist in 1948. The environmental condition of the planet is far worse than it was 42 years ago.”
“Loads of children read books about dinosaurs, underwater monsters, dragons, witches, aliens, and robots. Essentially, the people who read SF, fantasy and horror haven't grown out of enjoying the strange and weird.”
“Loads of my friends are gay, I don't see myself in any sense as being opposed to gay rights, but I did express a view before the election - which by the way was also expressed by the party but then they changed their mind - that we didn't support gay marriage which is, I suppose for some, the ultimate destination, but not for everybody.”
“Loads of my friends are lesbians, and it really annoys me that gay people aren't allowed to get married in most parts of America. I'd go on a march for gay rights any time.”
“Loads of overtaking is boring. You go fishing and you catch a fish every ten minutes and it's boring. But if you site there all day, and you catch one mega fish, you come back with stories that you caught a fish this big (indicates a big fish), intead of this size (indicating a small fish)”