Quotes About Spanish

Quiero que me abraces. Para amarte durante la noche." I want you to hold me. To love me through the night. A slow smile grew on Mike's face. "I haven't had any secrets, have I?" "Nada," she said. Not one. Mike laughed softly. "It serves me right. I didn't know you spoke Spanish," he said.

We had the skirts with the slits up the side, sort of tough, sort of Spanish Harlem cool, but sweet too.

He's [Nixon] like a Spanish horse, who runs faster than anyone for the first nine lengths and then turns around and runs backwards. You'll see; he'll do something wrong in the end. He always does.

She had lived on in the Crimea by the grace of God, as she supposed, but partly no doubt also because of the Spanish surname bequeathed by her late husband, a jolly Jewish dentist with vices which were minor but not insignificant, and virtues which were great but meticulously concealed.

We're journeying constantly, but there is always a machine and books, and your body is always close to me and the look in your eyes never changes. People are saying we will be miserable, we will regret, but we are happy, we are laughing always, we are singing. We are talking Spanish and French and

Don't worry about the faithlessness of women—you've got a Spanish wife now—famous for their faithfulness! (See Encyclopedias, histories, guide books.)

Conference of the Birds inspired some of Chaucer's Canterbury Tales and gave the Swiss the legend of William Tell. Chaucer had been dead for almost a hundred years when the Spanish reconquest of Granada in 1492

Jefferson offered a simpler plan: Adopt the Spanish dollar. But with a twist. Rather than splitting it into eighths and sixteenths or twelfths and twentieths, Jefferson wanted to take the radical step of dividing the coin by tenths, hundredths, and thousandths—decimal fractions. It was a thing no other nation in the world had ever entirely achieved, not with coins or any other measure.

The lunatic fringe is more like a Spanish shawl, where the fringe makes up the entire garment.

I really wished I'd learned Spanish. I took it all in high school and was planning on trying to be fluent in it. I would get Selena tracks and sing with them and stuff like that.

Dortmund is a fantastic club, critical for my career. But my Spanish grandfather on my mother's side always wished that I play in Spain. And if, then at Real Madrid.

The genius of the Spanish people is exquisitely subtle, without being at all acute; hence there is so much humour and so little wit in their literature.

There weren't any funny people in sports or the Spanish club. All the really creative, witty, funny people that made your belly hurt were in the theater program.

My mother is not a woman of ordinary culture. She knows literature and speaks Spanish better than I do. She even corrected my poems and gave me advice when I was studying rhetoric.

I was born in Mexico because my father was teaching at a school in Mexico City. I was born during the third year he was there. And when I was 16, I returned to Mexico to learn Spanish.

Yes, a great library — a library as magnificent as this one — was a dangerous arsenal, one that kings and emperors feared more than the greatest army or magazine. Not a single volume from the Spanish Rooms would survive, he swore, sniffling into his cup. No, no, not a single scrap would escape this holocaust!

Tourists and transients lived in hotels and motels along the waterfront. Behind them a belt of slums lay ten blocks deep, where the darker half of the population lived and died. On the other side of the tracks - the tracks were there - the business section wore its old Spanish facades like icing on a stale cake.

The house belonged to the hashish school of Spanish architecture. Probably early nineteen-twenties and imitation Mizener, which made it the imitation of an imitation which wasn't worth imitating. It was a ponderous monstrosity with thick walls, meager windows, insane turrets. Somebody with a hidalgo complex had tried to jail a dream of happiness. The prisoner had probably died, or lost its mind.

In Lisbon, a street cry gloated over the Spanish defeat: Which ships got home? The ones the English missed. And where are the rest? The waves will tell you. What happened to them? It is said they are lost. Do we know their names? They know them in London. Oh

The tragic history of Spanish America was ready to be written . . . in blood.

Just as Don Quixote, whose preposterous idealism and touchy pride immediately struck a chord with the Spanish, so Pinocchio speaks to Italians in a very special way as a caricature of many of their national virtues and vices.

tenía un cabello casi negro azabache.

Para crear el infierno en el mar o en la tierra, no eran menester más que un español y el filo de una espada.

Reunión de pastores, decía el antiguo refrán español, oveja muerta.