Baddeley Model Quotes & Sayings

Just because nobody complains doesn't mean all parachutes are perfect. — Benny Hill

There is nothing to prove and nothing to protect. I am who I am and it's enough. — Richard Rohr

A crow. My eyes widened, and I ran to the door, calling, "Jeff! Bring me a crow!" Jeff's head appeared around the edge of the kitchen doorframe. "I beg your pardon?" "We need a crow in Dr. Reynard's office. Get me a crow." "You're not serious." I glared at him. "You are serious. Be right there." Jeff withdrew. I did the same. Sloane was still pacing. She glanced my way and asked, "You have an idea, or do you just want to see Jeff get his eyes pecked out? I'm good with either one, I'd just like to know. — Seanan McGuire

Every superior personality, and every superior performance, has, for the average of mankind, something mysterious. — Georg Simmel

Act with a determination not to be turned aside by thoughts of the past and fears of the future. — Robert E.Lee

It's hard to think of another body of work that is more universally beloved - I don't think I've ever met someone who has encountered 'Calvin and Hobbes' without falling for them. — Anthony Marra

If it's not one thing, it's your mother. — Sigmund Freud

Jealousy sees things always with magnifying glasses which make little things large, of dwarfs giants, of suspicions truths. — Miguel De Cervantes

The idea of a perfect vacation is not working or not having to work and having no appointments. — Tom Welling

Pat Riley is the best coach I've ever had. — Shaquille O'Neal

You can say, 'Can I use your bathroom?' and nobody cares. But if you ask, 'Can I use the plop-plop machine?' it always breaks the conversation. — Dave Attell

The U.S. Senate - an old scow which doesn't move very fast, but never sinks. — Everett Dirksen

I spent the morning smashing fliesI killed one fly against the doorjamb. Another I stalked into the kitchen ... A third fly wavered by the kitchen window. When I swatted, a wild ferocious swing, a whole trembling crowd shot from the window like pebbles from a blunderbuss, then settled back. My heart pounded. I felt flushed with disgust and irritation. Why must I always have such obstacles to my writing? — Bonnie Friedman