Borsello Samsonite Quotes & Sayings

Faith never makes a confession. — Henry David Thoreau

Don't ever confuse the two, your life and your work. That's what I have to say. The second is only a part of the first. — Anna Quindlen

I love myself. Anything that has my name I'm tickled to death. — Barbara Corcoran

Life is a sheet of paper white / Whereon each one of us may write / His word or two, and then comes night. — James Russell Lowell

After a series of traumas, one can lose the capacity to feel fear appropriately. (xiii) — Jessica Stern

It took me a moment. I blinked, and suddenly it swam into focus and I had to frown very hard to keep myself from giggling out loud like the schoolgirl Deb had accused me of being.
Because he had arranged the arms and legs in letters, and the letters spelled out a single small word: BOO.
The three torsos were carefully arranged below the BOO in a quarter-circle, making a cute little Halloween smile.
What a scamp. — Jeff Lindsay

After supper they saw Kaluka to the boardwalk, and then strolled back along the beach to Asbury. The evening sea was a new sensation, for all its color and mellow age was gone, and it seemed the bleak waste that made the Norse sagas sad. — F Scott Fitzgerald

Anything organic requires some dose of variability so it can adapt all the time, and fixing things is not a good idea. — Nassim Nicholas Taleb

I don't do a lot of looking back; I tend to look ahead. — Marie Helvin

Any substantial improvement must come from action on the system, the responsibility of management. Wishing and pleading and begging the workers to do better was totally futile. — W. Edwards Deming

In the end the real wealth of the Hungarian Jewish community had not been packed in crates and boxes and loaded onto that train. What is the value to a daughter of a single pair of Sabbath candlesticks passed down from her mother and grandmother before her, generation behind generation, for a hundred, even a thousand, years? Beyond price, beyond measure. And what of ten thousand pairs of similar candlesticks, when all the grandmothers, mothers, and daughters are dead? No more than the smelted weight of the silver. The wealth of the Jews of Hungary, of all of Europe, was to be found not in the laden boxcars of the Gold Train but in the grandmothers and mothers and daughters themselves, in the doctors and lawyers, the grain dealers and psychiatrists, the writers and artists who had created a culture of sophistication, of intellectual and artistic achievement. And that wealth, everything of real value, was all but extinguished. — Ayelet Waldman

I leveled the gun and fired until it was empty. — Rachel Brady