Administrative Professionals Funny Quotes & Sayings

What was once to me mere matter of the fancy now has grown the vast necessity of heart and life. — Alfred Lord Tennyson

We are stronger than we think we are.
We have courage that we do not recognize until we need it.
We are equal to challenges that we haven't even imagined yet — Peter Buffett

Words like "patience", and "kindness", and "goodness". They are the words of a hero. — Mark Andrew Poe

The music has had a certain quality that people like just because it's a real true expression of how we are as musicians. — Matt Cameron

A fallible being will fail somewhere. — Samuel Johnson

With all our words and ideas we only trivialize life. — Marty Rubin

Stairs. This is Hell. Hell is stairs, was all Theo could think. I'd sell my soul for a goddamn elevator.
But I don't have a soul, do I? I'm some kind of fairy.
Okay, settle for an escalator, then. — Tad Williams

Gamache loved to see inside the homes of people involved in a case. To look at the choices they made for their most intimate space. The colors, the decorations. The aromas. Were there books? What sort?

How did it feel?

He'd been in shacks in the middle of nowhere, carpets worn, upholstery torn, wallpaper peeling off. But stepping in he'd also noticed the smell of fresh coffee and bread. Walls were taken up with immense smiling graduation photos and on rusty pocked TV trays stood modest chipped vases with cheery daffodils or pussy willows or some tiny wild flower picked by worn hands for eyes that would adore it.

And he'd been in mansions that felt like mausoleums. — Louise Penny

People make institutions, not vice versa. — Shere Hite

Lessons from the past create hope for the future and action in the present. — Orrin Woodward

The young are permanently in a state resembling intoxication. — Aristotle.

Oh, listen. Listen!' A sound like a big crowd a good way off, excited and shouting, getting closer. We stand up and scan the empty sky. Suddenly there they are (the geese), a wavering V headed directly over the hilltop, quite low, beating southward down the central flyway and talking as they pass. We stay quiet suspending our human conversation until their garulity fades and their wavering lines are invisible in the sky.
They have passed over us like an eraser over a blackboard, wiping away whatever was there before they came. — Wallace Stegner