Billerica Quotes & Sayings

View everyone around you as a teacher; from some, seek to learn what not to do and from others, what to do. — Amey Hegde

I was a young kid; I did a little time in the Billerica House of Correction, and it basically turned my life around because I said, 'Oh, I'll never be locked up again. They're not taking away my privacy.' So I flipped a coin: heads - Miami, tails -California. — Alex Rocco

To his [ Plato's ] great disappointment, he found Anaxagoras adducing simple physical reasons, instead of the teleological reasons, which he had expected. Such a teacher could no longer allure him. — George Henry Lewes

..holding a book but reading the empty spaces. — Ray Bradbury

Why live an ordinary life, when you can live an extraordinary one. — Anthony Robbins

Bill collectors and harassing phone calls is enough to motivate some people to become successful. Maybe the pain is not great enough yet for you to act. Are you going to continue to feel sorry for yourself? On the other hand, are you ready to do what you need to do to change your situation? — Jon Jones

Any one setting out to dispute anything ought always to begin by saying what he does not dispute. Beyond stating what he proposes to prove he should always state what he does not propose to prove. — G.K. Chesterton

People after death become complete again. The blind can see, the deaf can hear, cripples are no longer crippled after all their vital signs have ceased to exist. — Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

Burn all the maps to your body. I'm not here of my own choosing. — Richard Brautigan

What is a street? It is where the living weep, where the dead go off in silence to their peace. — William, Saroyan

Tension means you want to be something else which you are not. — Osho

I was a kid who did a kid show. Then I went away and raised my child, and the world has never met me as an adult. — Jamie Lynn Spears

The more we have outside ourselves the harder it is to get inside ourselves. — Chris Matakas

When I closed the door Grandmother was already seated at her spinning wheel. Her foot was on the treadle but her eyes were thoughtfully on me. The spinner was beautifully carved of dark oak with leaves twining their way round and round the outer rim. It must have been very old, as the designs were too fanciful to have been made i the new England. She called to me and asked me if I could spin. I told her yes, well enough, but that I could sew better, which was a statement only half true. A camp surgeon would have a better hand with a cleaver to a limb than I with a needle on the cloth. She spun the wool through knotted fingers glistening with sheep's oil and wrapped the threads neatly around the bobbin. Gently probing, she teased out the story of our days in Billerica just as she teased out the fine thread from the mix and jumble of the coarse wool in her hands. — Kathleen Kent