Well. . . sure good to be together again. Arguing. Almost dying. Abject terror. Oh, look. It's our floor.
In Latin America, women are supposed to be voluptuous. They don't believe that you have to be skinny to be attractive.
I'm fearless, I don't complain. Even when horrible things happen to me, I go on.
Never take no personally. Sometimes people tell you no for a reason that has nothing to do with you. You must keep going.
I can turn around and scream and get angry, but I turn around and I forget about it.
Beauty is really all about confidence. If you feel beautiful, then you are beautiful.
Listen, I'm not afraid of anything. I'm Colombian.
When a public quarrel is envenomed by private injuries, a blow that is not mortal or decisive can be productive only of a short truce, which allows the unsuccessful combatant to sharpen his arms for a new encounter.
I don't spend that much time being introspective, believe it or not. All I know is that I grew up not questioning God because that's how you are. God was there like the birds and the wind.
By the time the last few notes fade, his hope will be restored, but each time he's force to resort to the Adagio it becomes harder, and he knows its effect is finite. There are only a certain number of Adagios left in him, and he will not recklessly spend this precious currency.
Your heart and my heart are very, very old friends.