Brodersen Management Quotes & Sayings

You see, to me, the art of music is listening to it, not playing it. The real art of it is hearing it. — Keith Richards

I originally started off as a healer before I came to Hollywood. — Cary-Hiroyuki Tagawa

WE MUST ENJOY THE PRESENT, EVERYDAY THERE IS SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING THAT WE CAN BE GRATEFUL FOR. — Linda Alfiori

Come! Come sit by me. It's a nice bench. Nice and lovely on the butt."
"You're drunk."
"Yeah, and you're ugly, but do I complain about it? No! Because I don't complain about things that I can't change. That's called intelligence. — Sara Wolf

When a guy says,'I'll call you,' and he doesn't say when-that means he won't call you." Kit pulled his phone out of his pocket and pressed a couple buttons. My phone vibrated in my pocket. I fished it out, smiling. "Madness," Kit whispered softly into his phone. "I meant I'd call you. This is me calling you. — Sarah Rees Brennan

Look, you couldn't pay me to listen to their music, but I still feel like I have more in common with Insane Clown Posse than I do with someone who just sits on the sidelines and shits on other people's work and who never puts themselves on the line. — Tom Scharpling

I love Versace; I love Donatella's vision! It still has that '90s supermodel vibe. — Behati Prinsloo

Doesn't it feel great to have eight ideas you love written down and spread out on the table before you? I'll forgive you if you took a quick break from reading to do a little freestyle writing, but we really need to get back to business so you can discover your brand and move on to writing even bigger and better things. — Emlyn Chand

Never look a gift horse in the mouth. — Jerome

When we're in our right minds, we are hopeful. Because the arc of the moral universe does bend toward justice, nature does bend toward healing, and the heart does bend toward love. — Marianne Williamson

There's the rub. The manifesto doesn't say; it leaves you with your mouth watering. But it was important; so important, it had to remain secret. — Umberto Eco