Cigainero In Texarkana Quotes & Sayings

Write to Please Yourself. When You write to Please Others You end up Pleasing No one. — Benjamin Franklin

My clothes have always been expensive. Even though I have had a few lower-priced lines over the years, little by little everything I do tends toward the luxury market. — Jean Paul Gaultier

Few Come This Way

Few come this way; not that the darkness
Deters them, but they come
Reluctant here who fear to find,
Thickening the darkness, what they left behind
Sucking its cheeks before the fire at home,
The palsied Indecision from whose dancing head
Precipitately they fled, only to come again
Upon him here,
Clutching at the wrist of Venture with a cold
Hand, aiming to fall in with him, companion
Of the new as of the old. — Edna St. Vincent Millay

To care of another individual means to know and to experience the other as fully as possible. — Irvin D. Yalom

To be honest, I'm a bit of a snob now; give me a Four Seasons anywhere in the world and I'm happy. Also, they've just opened a Ritz-Carlton in County Wicklow, Ireland, which is stunning and has great views. — Joe Elliott

My crown is called content, a crown that seldom kings enjoy. — William Shakespeare

For the first time the peasant has seen real freedom - freedom to eat his bread, freedom from starvation. — Vladimir Lenin

Still, there are many things we can toss at them that don't require magic at all. Acid. Hot oil. Bookshelves. — Aprilynne Pike

Friend let this be enough. If thou wouldst go on reading. Go thyself and become the writing and the meaning — Angelus Silesius

You managed to finish what you began even though you did not foresee all the traps along the way. And when your enthusiasm waned because of the difficulties you encountered, you reached for discipline. And when discipline seemed about to disappear because you were tired, you used your moments of repose to think about what steps you needed to take in the future. You — Paulo Coelho

One of the things that got me on this topic for this book was that when I was researching the column I wrote in 2009 saying that I was stepping down from my column at "Newsweek" because I wanted to make room for newer, fresh voices out there, I discovered that in the year I was born, 1952, the average life expectancy of an American was 68. I was shocked by that figure and every time I mention it I hear a gasp from somebody in the crowd. Now, of course, we're more or less at 80, so that means that we've gotten 12 additional years. — Anna Quindlen