34 Quotes About Latino

The scent of him was subtle, beautifully fresh, and she couldn’t think clearly. No man had ever brought out these intense feelings in her. Chris Augustine was dangerous and she could get lost in his arms. Suzan Battah

I Don't Waste My Time Doing Crosswords, As My Life Is The Only Puzzle I Care To Resolve! Latif Mercado

Thank God For Writing, As Now I Can Work Until My Last Breath! Latif Mercado

You Can't Replace A Star with A Lightbulb Latif Mercado

You Can't Change Your Life... Until You Change Your Heart, and You Can't Change Your Heart... Until You Change Your Mind! Latif Mercado

It's Easy To Feel Like A Big Fish, When Your Pond is Just A Puddle! Latif Mercado

You Can't Be A Hero To The World, If Your Aren't First A Hero In Your Home! Latif Mercado

You Don't Have To Be A Crook To Be Successful! Latif Mercado

To Me, The Best Part Of Success, Is The Journey! Latif Mercado

Never Let The Roosters Wake You! Latif Mercado

Failures Are The Cornerstones Of Success! Latif Mercado

A Decision That Can Change Your Life Forever, Can Happen In Just One Second. Latif Mercado

The Best Deal Is The One Where Everyone Walks Away Happy! Latif Mercado

Don't Rush Up The Stairs, you Just Might Fall. Take it One Step At A Time! Latif Mercado

Attitude Is More Important Than Talent Latif Mercado

A group of ten prisoners from Dachau, I was with them, we hid in the forest to wait for the Americans. The Germans had already left everything behind. We had food but no weapons. For days we could hear bombs exploding around us. We just wanted to survive long enough for the Americans to control the territory. We didn’t want to die. At that point, our prison uniforms were the only things to keep us from being shot on the spot by the Americans. That was all we had. Who would the Americans believe? Real prisoners or guards dressed as prisoners? Those devils might even say we were the Germans. This was our nightmare. . Sergio Troncoso

I held Angie Luna in that room for hours, and I remember the different times we made love like epochs in a civilization, each movement and every touch, apex upon abyss. In the luxury of our bed, we tried every position and every angle. I explored the curves on her body and delighted in seeing the freedom of her ecstasy. Her desperate whispers and pleas. I told her I loved her, and she said she loved me too. We lay in bed with our limbs entangled, in a pacific silence that reminded me of existing on a beach just for the sake of such an existence. I couldn't imagine the world ever becoming better, and for some strange reason the thought slipped into my head that I had suddenly grown to be an old man because I could only hope to repeat, but never improve on, a night like this. I finally took her home sometime when the interstate was empty, and the bridges seemed to lead to nowhere, for they were desolate too. Sergio Troncoso

It’s a great honor, m’ijo. We know that. I’m sure everyone in Ysleta is proud of you. But this is who you are, " she said, for a moment scanning the dark night air and the empty street. A cricket chirped in the darkness. "God help you when you go to this ‘Havid.’ You will be so far away from us, from everything you know. You will be alone. What if something happens to you? Who’s going to help you? But you always wanted to be alone; you were always so independent, so stubborn."" Like you. Sergio Troncoso

The tension between people is palpable, and the ideal of what it means to be and look American becomes a preoccupation to folks around the country, including me. Raquel Cepeda

A Memory Is Better Than A Phony! Latif Mercado

I hated seeing these spasmodic upside-down chicken heads stretching to puncture my flesh. I imagined once that they reached my groin and pecked out my penis and my huevos and kept pecking until they got to my gut and my eyes and my brain, until I was just a pecked-out piece of human meat surrounded by thousands of nervous, dirty white chickens. I think that was about the time I fucked up a pair of chicken heads against a warehouse wall when no one was looking. Well, almost no one. Rueben was right behind me, and that's when he grinned his stupid grin. Maybe he hated the chickens as much as I did. Maybe he just knew que ya me iba también a la chingada. Maybe I was going on my first joy ride to hell and back, and it was fun to watch. Sergio Troncoso

Not Even The Greatest Sculptor Can Mold A Masterpiece Out Of Shit! Latif Mercado

Look at you. Riding the gravy train with biscuit wheels. H.L. Sudler

I feel sorry for you, Detective Esteban. Because I'm all out of patience, and you're all out of time. I'm sure we'll see each other again someday. In Hell. Save a seat for me. H.L. Sudler

Do you know how many men are incarcerated in solitary confinement? About 100, 000 on any given day, if my numbers are correct. Do you know how many men commit suicide in The Hole? Very high. Twenty-four hours in a box with no windows can break a man. Some more quickly than others. H.L. Sudler

Tell her that you love her hair, that you love her skin, her lips, because, in truth, you love them more than you love your own. Unknown

But Anja. I hear Anja's voice. Maybe I am insane. I hear her crying. I see her alone in the trees. I remember being alone and humiliated. I remember, too, the fat little boy hiding in the bathroom. And I see this man, Ariane. I see this evil man, Ariane. He laughs everyday still. He has had years of laughter. He has triumphed over the screams of others, he has triumphed with blood on his hands. And he laughs still. God has cursed us! He has either cursed us or He was never here to begin with. We've pretended God was here for our own sanity! That's the truth! We've pretended evil is punished and good is rewarded. A perfect scheme!. Sergio Troncoso

The Latino community anchored me, but I didn't want it to isolate me from the full extent of what Princeton had to offer, including engagement with the larger community. Page 148 Sonia Sotomayor

A good writer should be able to communicate to the reader, 'I know your life. I know what you have truly experienced. It’s not right or wrong. It’s survival. It’s making mistakes, and trying to redeem yourself. It’s imperfections, and trying to make yourself better. It’s outrages, and crimes, and insults, which often are not righted, which you have to fix yourself, in your own mind, in your own heart, so that you are not poisoned'. . Sergio Troncoso

My African roots made me what I am today. They’re the reason I’m from the Dominican Republic. They’re the reason I exist at all. To these roots I owe everything. Unknown

There just aren't enough positive portrayals of Latino life in film. Jimmy Smits

My dad was a bass player in a Latino band when I was growing up. So we always had musical instruments in our basement. Lindi Ortega