Brauchstand Quotes & Sayings

I tried to do it all myself: be mommy and camp counselor and art teacher and prereading specialist (and somehow, in my off-hours, to do my own work). I tried my absolute best. And like so many of the moms around me, I started to go a little crazy. — Judith Warner

combining passion and contribution is a luxury: not that it's expensive, but just rare. It's something that many people either can't figure out — Eric Schmidt

We think, fundamentally, that the future story of Latin America, not only of Mexico but for all of Latin America, will be constructed from the bottom - that the rest of what's happening, in any case, are steps. — Subcomandante Marcos

It's one thing to be a high achiever; it's quite another to privately sneer at your girlfriend's friends after feigning friendliness because they have the "misfortune" to drive a bus for a living. — Mallory Ortberg

We must act as if our institutions are ours to create, our learning is ours to define, our leadership we seek is ours to become. — Peter Block

You can't trust the 'specials' like the old time 'coppers' When you can't find your way home. — Marie Lloyd

At the moment you're suffering from what we call Maya. Maya is illusion. Maya is a Sanskrit word that suggests that we have forgotten. We've forgotten the purpose of life. — Frederick Lenz

A winner is just a loser who tried one more time. — George Augustus Moore

[the writer] must copy, with his finite mind, the process of the infinite 'I AM. — John Gardner

Mirthfulness is in the mind, and you cannot get it out. It is the blessed spirit that God has set in the mind to dust it, to enliven its dark places, and to drive asceticism, like a foul fiend, out at the back door. It is just as good, in its place, as conscience or veneration. Praying can no more be made a substitute for smiling than smiling can for praying. — Henry Ward Beecher

Memory blurs, that's the point. If memory didn't blur you wouldn't have the fool's courage to do things again, again, again, that tear you apart. — Joyce Carol Oates