Acostas Seattle Quotes & Sayings

When it comes to understanding others, we rarely tax our imaginations. — Lawrence Hill

Circumstances do not create the quality of your life. — Garrison Wynn

All the rest of it has been so nice and even. And look at this! It's all over the place! Why, it looks as if she didn't know what she was about! (After she has said this they look at each other, then start to glance back at the door. After an instant MRS HALE has pulled at a knot and ripped the sewing.) — Susan Glaspell

Clearly I'm really attracted to parts where there's a dark, sinister feel about them! — Sophie Turner

I now saw war as a constant, akin to wildfires. They break out unless you work actively to prevent them. — Richard Engel

Another simple and powerful way to dissolve problems is not to dwell upon the outcome of your actions. Instead, learn to value each action (no matter how small or large), to do it with complete attention. Your joy and satisfaction comes from doing each action with a whole heart and mind. Results and consequences then take care of themselves. When you are not absorbed by concern for outcomes, how much anxiety can you ever have? — Brenda Shoshanna

If you fail to honor your people, They will fail to honor you; It is said of a good leader that When the work is done, the aim fulfilled, The people will say, "We did this ourselves." — Laozi

So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade; All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying; Come, my Corinna, come, let's go a Maying. — Robert Herrick

The city hung in my window, flat as a poster, glittering and blinking, but it might just as well not have been there at all, for the good it did me. The — Sylvia Plath

Guess what?' I said. 'I have a psychic.'
His head tilted questioningly, birdlike.
A sidekick? — Wally Lamb

It's always nice to be challenged. — Cillian Murphy

Then she did see it there - just a face, peering through the curtains, hanging in midair like a mask. A head-scarf concealed the hair and the glassy eyes stared inhumanly, but it wasn't a mask, it couldn't be. The skin had been powdered dead-white and two hectic spots of rouge centered on the cheekbones. It wasn't a mask. It was the face of a crazy old woman. Mary started to scream, and then the curtains parted further and a hand appeared, holding a butcher's knife. It was the knife that, a moment later, cut off her scream.
And her head. — Robert Bloch

It is precisely when a person, who is borne down by inner emptiness and weariness or a sense of personal unworthiness, feels that he would like to withdraw from his task, that he should learn what it means to have a duty to perform in the fellowship, and — Dietrich Bonhoeffer