Bluestein And Douglas Quotes & Sayings

Humility is the armour that you clothe yourself with throughout your life. We demean each other rather than lift up ourselves. — Anthony Carmona

I tell you everything."
"Nothing that matters. — Jonathan Franzen

As people grow older, some of the ways they have contributed in the past may no longer be possible, but the challenge to society is not only to provide help and care where these are needed but also to offer the opportunity to contribute and care for others [p. 8] — Mary Catherine Bateson

Truth is like most opinions - best unexpressed. — Kenneth Branagh

Money stress is what used to remind me of my Dad most. — Ted Rall

In any case it pleased him to imagine himself secretly in league with secret beings who appreciated the finer things in life, like the way the sunlight this afternoon broke itself into pieces in the dark waters of the creek, never or be reassembled. — Douglas Watson

start with one true thing — C.E. Murphy

One of the things I would love to do, by the time I die, is be in every single genre. That would be really fun. I get to shoot guns and jump out of a helicopter. — Indira Varma

To repeat some of the most basic facts: women still do not have the equal political power they have long sought, since only one in five MPs is a woman. They do not have economic equality, since the pay gap is still not only large but actually widening. They do not have the freedom from violence they have sought, and with the conviction rate in rape cases standing at just 6 percent, they know that rapists enjoy an effective impunity in our society. — Natasha Walter

Some people are so special, so beautiful and have so much to offer this world. Sad thing is they just don't see it. They need positive reinforcement. Tell them, 'If you could see only half of what I see in you, then one day you'd realize how truly amazing you really are. — Marc Mero

In 1976 I wrote a lot about women trying to claim the right to work. — Cathy Guisewite

My words aren't only words. They're pictures and tears and imperfect offerings of love and self-inflicted shots to my brain. — Miriam Toews

The clouds were flying fast, the wind was coming up in gusts, banging some neighboring shutters that had broken loose, twirling the rusty chimney-cowls and weathercocks, and rushing round and round a confined adjacent churchyard as if it had a mind to blow the dead citizens out of their graves. The low thunder, muttering in all quarters of the sky at once, seemed to threaten vengeance for this attempted desecration, and to mutter, Let them rest! Let them rest! — Charles Dickens

Is there a polity better ordered, the offices better distributed, and more inviolably observed and maintained, than that of bees? — Michel De Montaigne