Escapando De La Quotes

Politeness of mind consists in thinking chaste and refined thoughts. ~ Francois De La Rochefoucauld

School was more than academics; an education prepared you for the humdrum of real life: working with others, tempering one's personality to assimilate with the group but without losing your individual identity, understading the factors of logic, reasoning, and debate. For a person - vampire or human - to succeed in the world, unlocking the mysteries of the universe was insufficient. One would also need to grasp the mysteries of human nature. ~ Melissa De La Cruz

There are crimes which become innocent and even glorious through their splendor, number and excess. ~ Francois De La Rochefoucauld

Spiritual dating is the emotionally healthy way of dating as a conscious, empowered woman. ~ Amy Leigh Mercree

The extreme delight we experience in talking about ourselves should warn us that those who listen do not share it. ~ Francois De La Rochefoucauld

We should earnestly desire but few things if we clearly knew what we desired. ~ Francois De La Rochefoucauld

They each had secrets they were keeping from the other; secrets they were keeping out of love. ~ Melissa De La Cruz

You love writing; I hate it; and if I had a lover who expected a note from me every morning, I should certainly break with him. Let me beg you then not to measure my friendship by my writing ... ~ Madame De La Fayette

One may know how to gain a victory, and know not how to use it. ~ Pedro Calderon De La Barca

I take it back! she'd wanted to say . I take everything back. I love you. Let's go away. Just the two of us together. ~ Melissa De La Cruz

His career, my education, his freedom, my innocence ... all tied together in a nice little package of morality. ~ Gretchen De La O

In Broadway, I suddenly found myself face to face with William de la Touche Clancey.

"Well!" A long drawn-out syllable, in which fear and condescension were unpleasantly mingled. "What is the young Old Patroon about to turn his hand to next?"

"The Vauxhall Gardens, I should think." My dislike of Clancey is almost physical. Yet I stare at him with fascination; note that his protuberant eyes are yellowish; that he scratches himself compulsively; that his tongue darts in and out of his mouth like a lizard's catching flies.

"Of the delicious nymphs you sport with there?"

"Of the delicious fauns, too - and their goatish friends."

"Uh-huh..." A long, drawn-out attempt at sounding amused failed of its object. "I hope you realize that your editor's unholy passion for the Negro grows more embarrassing each day. If I were he I should beware. He might simply vanish one dark night."

"Murdered? Or sold into slavery?" Clancey recently delighted his admirers by proposing that since the institution of slavery has been an integral part of every high civilization (and peculiarly well-adapted to those nations that follow the word as well as the spirit of Old and New Testaments), poor whites should be bought and sold as well as blacks.

"I don't believe that poor sick Mr. Leggett would command a high price in the bazaar. Only his diseased mind would have a certain morbid interest to the special collector. You, on the o ~ Gore Vidal

The despot subdues his subjects, some of them by means of others, and thus is he protected by those from whom, if they were decent men, he would have to guard against himself; just as, in order to split wood, one has to use a wedge of the wood itself. Such are his archers, his guards, his halberdiers; not that they do not suffer occasionally at his hands, but this riff-raff, abandoned alike by God and man, can be led to endure evil if permitted to commit it, not against him who exploits them, but against those who like themselves submit, but are helpless. ~ Etienne De La Boetie

« Demain, dès l'aube… »


Demain, dès l'aube, à l'heure où blanchit la campagne,
Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m'attends.
J'irai par la forêt, j'irai par la montagne.
Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.

Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées,
Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit,
Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées,
Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit.

Je ne regarderai ni l'or du soir qui tombe,
Ni les voiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur,
Et quand j'arriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombe
Un bouquet de houx vert et de bruyère en fleur.


Tomorrow, At Dawn
Tomorrow, at dawn, at the hour when the countryside whitens,
I will set out. You see, I know that you wait for me.
I will go by the forest, I will go by the mountain.
I can no longer remain far from you.

I will walk with my eyes fixed on my thoughts,
Seeing nothing of outdoors, hearing no noise
Alone, unknown, my back curved, my hands crossed,
Sorrowed, and the day for me will be as the night.

I will not look at the gold of evening which falls,
Nor the distant sails going down towards Harfleur,
And when I arrive, I will place on your tomb
A bouquet of green holly and of flowering heather ~ Victor Hugo

Moderation in people who are contented comes from that calm that good fortune lends to their spirit. ~ Francois De La Rochefoucauld

Never trust a man who cannot laugh at himself. ~ Gabbo De La Parra

It has always happened that tyrants, in order to strengthen their power, have made every effort to train their people not only in obedience and servility toward themselves, but also in adoration. ~ Etienne De La Boetie

I smile and say, thank you,' because the rudest thing you can do to a Mexican lady is refuse her food - might as well spit on a picture of La Virgen de Guadalupe or turn the TV off during Sábado Gigante. ~ Erika L. Sánchez

The most trying fools are the bright ones. ~ Francois Alexandre Frederic, Duc De La Rochefoucauld-Liancourt

When a plain-looking woman is loved, it is certain to be very passionately ; for either her influence on her lover is irresistible, or she has some secret and more irresistible charms than those of beauty. ~ Jean De La Bruyere

You can please yourself without pleasuring yourself, but you cannot pleasure yourself without pleasing yourself. ~ Gabbo De La Parra

All he had to do was love her, and he could do that. -Kingsley ~ Melissa De La Cruz

There is no sound more feminine than a woman in a taffeta dress. ~ Oscar De La Renta

The work trains the youth. I have a start of old age ... (Le travail forme la jeunesse. - J'ai un début de vieillesse ...) ~ Charles De Leusse

A man is rich whose income is larger than his expenses, and he is poor if his expenses are greater than his income. ~ Jean De La Bruyere

A look of intelligence is what regularity of features is to women: it is a styule of beauty to which the most vain may aspire. ~ Jean De La Bruyere

Clockwork Vendetta is not steampunk; it is steamfun. I can't take myself so seriously as to write something truly punk in the true sense of the word. ~ Gabbo De La Parra

A judge's duty is to grant justice, but his practice is to delay it: even those judges who know their duty adhere to the general practice. ~ Jean De La Bruyere

The women in the kitchen sang: Sarampión toca la puerta. Viruela dice: ¿Quién es? Y Escarlatina contesta: ¡Aquí estamos los tres! The cook would sometimes shout a little madly, "Sing it again!" And the women would sing again: Measles knocks at the door. Smallpox asks, Who's there? And Scarlet Fever replies: All three of us are here! ~ Sharman Apt Russell

Love. Be curious. Always try to do your best. ~ Oscar De La Renta

I think the French have a romantic cliche that Englishmen have great style, great music, irony and sense of humour. Well, sometimes cliches are true. ~ Josephine De La Baume

Some people are like popular songs that you only sing for a short time. ~ Francois De La Rochefoucauld

It's not you she hates, Schuyler. It's me. She just turned her anger outward because she couldn't bring herself to hate whom she loves. ~ Melissa De La Cruz

What keeps us from abandoning ourselves entirely to one vice, often, is the fact that we have several. ~ Francois De La Rochefoucauld

Let us therefore learn while there is yet time, let us learn to
do good. Let us raise our eyes to Heaven for the sake of our
honor, for the very love of virtue, or, to speak wisely, for the
love and praise of God Almighty, who is the infallible witness of
our deeds and the just judge of our faults. As for me, I truly
believe I am right, since there is nothing so contrary to a
generous and loving God as tyranny---I believe He has reserved,
in a separate spot in Hell, some very special punishment for
tyrants and their accomplices ~ Etienne De La Boetie

329. - We believe, sometimes, that we hate flattery - we only dislike the method. ~ Francois De La Rochefoucauld

You are healed." Allegra nodded. "You are no longer a Silver Blood." She paused. "But you are no longer a vampire either."
Bliss started. No longer a vampire-but what did that mean? Did it mean she was just human? ~ Melissa De La Cruz

With this idea, being a man with long experience of the sea (and they certainly have a great advantage over other men in any sort of task) ... ~ Garcilaso De La Vega

Who sees the death blinds the death. (Qui voit la mort - Aveugle la mort) ~ Charles De Leusse

The great thing about fashion is that it always looks forward. ~ Oscar De La Renta

A coxcomb is the blockhead's man of merit. ~ Jean De La Bruyere

Raillery is more insupportable than wrong; because we have a right to resent injuries, but are ridiculous in being angry at a jest. ~ Francois De La Rochefoucauld

There are some people who would never have fallen in love if they had not heard there was such a thing. ~ Francois De La Rochefoucauld

CUSTOMER: These books are really stupid, aren't they?
BOOKSELLER: Which ones?
CUSTOMER: You know, the ones where animals like cats and mice are best friends.
BOOKSELLER: I suppose they're not very realistic, but then that's fiction.
CUSTOMER: They're more than unrealistic; they're really stupid.
BOOKSELLER: Well, writers use that kind of thing to teach kids about accepting people different to themselves, you know?
CUSTOMER: Yeah, well, books shouldn't pretend that different people get on like that and that everything is 'la de da' and wonderful, should they? Kids should learn that life's a bitch, and the sooner the better. ~ Jen Campbell

We are bonded now. We will face it together. Your destiny is mine as well. We shall live or die together. ~ Melissa De La Cruz

Men of all ages have the same inclinations, over which reason exercises no control. Thus, wherever men are found, there are follies, ay, and the same follies. ~ Jean De La Fontaine

A spring sun was shining on the rue St. Honore, as I ran down the church steps. On one corner stood a barrow full of yellow jonquils, pale violets from the Riviera, dark Russian violets, and white Roman hyacinths in a golden cloud of mimosa. The street was full of Sunday pleasure-seekers. I swung my cane and laughed with the rest. Someone overtook and passed me. He never turned, but there was the same deadly malignity in his white profile that there had been in his eyes. I watched him as long as I could see him. His lithe back expressed the same menace; every step that carried him away from me seemed to bear him on some errand connected with my destruction.

I was creeping along, my feet almost refusing to move. There began to dawn in me a sense of responsibility for something long forgotten. It began to seem as if I deserved that which he threatened: it reached a long way back - a long, long way back. It had lain dormant all these. years: it was there though, and presently it would rise and confront me. But I would try to escape; and I stumbled as best I could into the rue de Rivioli, across the Place de la Concorde and on to the Quai. I looked with sick eyes upon the sun, shining through the white foam of the fountain, pouring over the backs of the dusky bronze river-gods, on the far-away Arc, a structure of amethyst mist, on the countless vistas of grey stems and bare branches faintly green. Then I saw him again coming down one of the chestnut alleys of the Cours ~ Robert W. Chambers

Again,7 the condition to which God brought Job in order that he might converse with God, was not that of delight and bliss, of which he there speaks, and to which he had been accustomed. God left him in misery, naked on a dung-hill, abandoned and even persecuted by his friends, killed with bitterness and grief, covered with worms:8 then it was that the Most High, Who lifteth up "the poor out of the dunghill,"9 was pleased to descend and speak to Job face to face,10 revealing to him "the deep mysteries of His wisdom,"11 as He had never done before in the days of Job's prosperity. ~ San Juan De La Cruz