Broganik Quotes & Sayings

There is no twilight zone of honesty in business. A thing is right or it's wrong. It's black or it's white. — John Francis Dodge

Inequality saps the will to conceive of ambitious solutions to large collective problems, because those problems no longer seem very collective. — George Packer

Pride, oh pride - a friend from the past, a bodyguard of the present, and an enemy of the future. Books, oh books - a friend from the past, a soul mate of the present, and a protector of the future.
Slowly, softly, and surely through the pages of the past, I have found a new me. There were so many things to learn and so many things remaining to learn. I delight in the truth of why some books I will read, and other I will not. The truth is: I was not choosing.
In pleasing myself with books, I transform myself. And I've found sometimes the most amazing keys to unlocking a different part of me in the strangest of books. I go to libraries and there they are waiting for me. I love them, and they love me. — Mark Donnelly

Omigod. Omigod, he sees you."
"So?"
"You have to talk to him."
"I don't, actually."
"Yes. Yes. After the Bill Debacle? Prove you can do this."
"My knee hurts. — J.C. Lillis

There are just so many young designers now. — Jack McCollough

Thinks that it is a poor sort of life that has not known expectation, the pleasure of savoring ahead. So enjoy it while you have it, he tells himself. — Penelope Lively

I am not an absolutist or chauvinist whose ways are immune to evolution. My core philosophy is that I might be wrong. — Asaad Almohammad

I lay on the bowsprit, facing astern, with the water foaming into spume under me, the masts with every sail white in the moonlight, towering high above me. I became drunk with the beauty and singing rhythm of it, and for a moment I lost myself - actually lost my life. I was set free! I dissolved in the sea, became white sails and flying spray, became beauty and rhythm, became moonlight and the ship and the high dim-starred sky! I belonged, without past or future, within peace and unity and a wild joy, within something greater than my own life, or the life of Man, to Life itself! — Eugene O'Neill

Past the village flowed the river, like time, like life itself, waiting for the swimmer to come again on his way to the climax of his adventurous life, and to the end for which he had been made. — Margaret Craven