Companeras De Trabajo Quotes & Sayings

I've learned that possibly the greatest detractor from high performance is fear: fear that you are not prepared, fear that you are in over your head, fear that you are not worthy, and ultimately, fear of failure. If you can eliminate that fear - not through arrogance or just wishing difficulties away, but through hard work and preparation - you will put yourself in an incredibly powerful position to take on the challenges you face. — Pete Carroll

You want to write a book? Make a song? Direct a movie? Decorate pottery? Learn a dance? Explore a new land? You want to draw a penis on your wall? Do it. Who cares? It's your birthright as a human being, so do it with a cheerful heart. (I mean, take it seriously, sure - but don't take it seriously.) Let inspiration lead you wherever it wants to lead you. — Elizabeth Gilbert

Balance is if you try hard, you work hard then the rewards are in balance with what you put in and what is available. — Iain Duncan Smith

Believe it or not, when we were first married, our combined monthly student loan bills were actually higher than our mortgage. — Michelle Obama

Companionship isn't about experiencing the great moments together. True companionship is the other stuff. Sharing a sincere doing nothing. — Andres Neuman

In the 1950s, buggery was a criminal offence. Now it's a requirement to receive benefits from the federal government. — Garry Breitkreuz

As the sun shines low and red across the water, I wade into the ocean. The water is still high and brown and murky with the memory of the storm, so if there's something below it, I won't know it. But that's part of this, the not knowing. The surrender to the possibilities beneath the surface. It wasn't the ocean that killed my father, in the end. The water is so cold that my feet go numb almost at once. I stretch my arms out to either side of me and close my eyes. I listen to the sound of water hitting water. The raucous cries of the terns and the guillemots in the rocks of the shore, the piercing, hoarse questions of the gulls above me. I smell seaweed and fish and the dusky scent of the nesting birds onshore. Salt coats my lips, crusts my eyelashes. I feel the cold press against my body. The sand shifts and sucks out from under my feet in the tide. I'm perfectly still. The sun is red behind my eyelids. The ocean will not shift me and the cold will not take me. — Maggie Stiefvater