Bubbe Quotes & Sayings

I used to say to my bubbe, 'Bubbe, is this story true?' And she'd say, 'Of course it's true! But it may not have happened.' What my bubbe was saying is profound: All stories are true. The truth is the journey you take through it - did it make you laugh, cry, seek and want justice? Then it's true. — Patricia Polacco

So many secrets," he said. "The Dallas Aristocracy and their freaking secrets. — R.J. Scott

I stepped back and looked at all the people as they continued to weave in and out, around and around, faster and faster until they were one blur, until they were One. And then I knew what Bubbe meant. Here, was God. — Han Nolan

Love hurts but it can hurt worse if you allow your eyes to wander. — Kenji Inoue

Set yourself the bolder course. Keep your heart an open shrine. — Bob Seger

Society isn't good at dealing with people who have something concrete to feel guilty about or who are dealing with a loss. — Darin Strauss

The best way to preserve a child's vision is to let them see things their way rather than yours. — Jacob Liberman

My people have been wearing green glasses on their eyes for so long that most of them think this really is an Emerald City. — L. Frank Baum

To successfully open the door to heightened awareness, we must open it inward. — Wayne Dyer

That is what you love a friend for: the ability to change your angle of vision, bring back your best self when you feel worst. And speak the truth
but without malice. Loving candour is the secret of friendship. — Erica Jong

I don't think about a legacy; I think about my life, because I've had quite an unpredictable life. — Hillary Clinton

I think I'm too cynical for L.A. My sense of humor doesn't go down well here, which probably affects my love life. I need to have a laugh track following me around so people know I'm trying to be funny. — Teddy Thompson

He was fortunate to fight me on a bad night because if he fights me when I'm firing on all cylinders, he's getting battered as well. — Carl Froch

Give it a few years and you'll see. The difference between us is wire-thin and time is the enemy. His wife died and he blamed himself, he always has, no matter what the papers say. I suffered heartache that was caused by my own hand as well. The aftermath wasn't as gruesome, but the soul can't tell. It just knows she's gone and it's my fault. My heart dies within me, day-by-day, beat-by-beat. I hide it with a smile and wiseass comments, but my pain and suffering is mine and nothing will free me from it. I'm in a cage and there is no key. Sean's been imprisoned for too long. Nothing will set him free. No - not even you. — H.M. Ward