Complete Orthopedics Quotes & Sayings

Spirit is the key to everything we desire. It is our weather-proofing, our Teflon, our line of credit that assures if we just keep putting one foot in front of the other, one day; there will be a miraculous payoff. — Iyanla Vanzant

I equate peonies with love because they're the first blooms of summer. — Isaac Mizrahi

So your junk food has a shelf life of twenty-two years and will probably outlive your fat, sorry ass. — Rory Freedman

I wanted to show young people that taking a stand can be done by simply standing firm in your convictions. — Andrea Davis Pinkney

A terroir only exists by virtue of one's childhood mythology ... we have invented these words of tradition rooted deep in the land and identity of a region ... because we want to solidify and objectify the magical, bygone years that preceded the horror of becoming an adult. — Muriel Barbery

Did you just call me a hottie? And Jax isn't better looking than me. He's just famous."
Amanda let out a loud cackle of laughter.
"No brother dear, Jax Stone is hotness incarnate with or without the guitar and sexy as hell singing voice. You never stood a chance. He was what you call playing with the big dogs. This time you're definitely playing within your league. — Abbi Glines

The wise traveler [to Beirut] will pack shirts or blouses with ample breast pockets. Reaching inside a jacket for your passport looks too much like going for the draw and puts armed men out of countinence — P. J. O'Rourke

All lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one. — William Shakespeare

If you can bring some quality to the last moment of transition from wakefulness to sleep, that quality will continue through sleep, always. That's exactly what will happen with death also. If at the final moment a certain quality is brought in, that quality will continue. — Sadhguru

The dream crossed twilight between birth and dying. — T. S. Eliot