Chavero Cocinero Quotes

Yes, Im weird. There's not a law against it. ~ Mariana Chavero

I am sure there are many things better than a good cigar, but right now, I can't think of what they might be. ~ Richard Carleton

It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee ~ Munia Khan

Will is based on activity, whim on passivity. ~ Erich Fromm

That which is revealed when thoughts are absent is also here when thoughts are present. ~ Mooji

If you keep your feathers well oiled the water of criticism will run off as from a duck's back. ~ Ellen Swallow Richards

It's actually as simple as this. New authors, building their customer base, need physical bookshops. Physical bookshops are lovely tactile, friendly, expert, welcoming places. Physical books, which can only be seen and handled in physical bookshops, are lovely, tactile things. Destroy those bookshops, and the very commercial and cultural base to the book industry is destroyed. Once and for all. Like Humpty Dumpty, it can never be put together again. ~ Tim Waterstone

Man with his burning soul Has but an hour of breath To build a ship of Truth In which his soul may sail- Sail on the sea of death. For death takes toll Of beauty, courage, youth, Of all but Truth. ~ John Masefield

My mother taught me to cleanse, tone, and moisturize twice a day, so I always do that - I could be partying or working late, but I'm never too tired to take care of my skin. ~ Emilia Clarke

God is never satisfied with anything less than all. ~ Aiden Wilson Tozer

In a way. Magic is the act of making a wish come about. Like praying, like plotting, like herbs, like exerting your will on the world, making something happen. ~ Philippa Gregory

Each soul has its own life plan. This means that we cannot live someone else's life. ~ Akemi G

The mood is on me to-night only becuase I have listened to several hours of intelligent conversation and I am not a very brilliant person. Sometimes here on Pequod Island and back again on Beacon Street, I have the most curious delusion that our world may be a little narrow. I cannot avoid the impression that something has gone out of it (what, I do not know), and that our little world moves in an orbit of its own, a gain one of those confounded circles, or possibly an ellipse. Do you suppose that it moves without any relation to anything else? That it is broken off from some greater planet like the moon? We talk of life, we talk of art, but do we actually know anything about either? Have any of us really lived? Sometimes I am not entirely sure; sometimes I am afraid that we are all amazing people, placed in an ancestral mould. There is no spring, there is no force. Of course you know better than this, you who plunge every day in the operating room of the Massachusetts General, into life itself. Come up here and tell me I am wrong. ~ John P. Marquand