Concettina Peloro Quotes & Sayings

There is a Shadow World, like our own but different, existing alongside ours but never touching. Some people call it the world of dreams, but it is as real as anything else. — L.J.Smith

never try to understand a girl: either you go crazy or fall in love with her. — Smita Kaushik

Whenever she imagined her child, grown up without interference from a judgemental world, she imagined its male and female halves as complementing each other, and as being secretly, almost magically powerful. — Kathleen Winter

In disrespecting, we show that we still mantain a sense of respect. — Friedrich Nietzsche

I think there's always been hope in my songs, no matter how they've first appeared. I think there's always been a shred of hope in everything I've written 'cause I like that balance. — Jakob Dylan

Teachers make a staggering number of decisions - some historical research suggests as
many as 800 per day (Jackson, 1968). And no one helps you make the decisions; you're
essentially on your own. As you acquire knowledge and experience, however, you learn to
make these decisions routinely and efficiently (Berliner, 1994, 2000). — Paul D. Eggen

I believe that basically you write for two people; yourself to try and make it absolutely perfect; or if not that then wonderful. then you write for who you love whether they can read or write or not and whether they are alive or dead. — Ernest Hemingway,

Lead competently.
Lead productively.
Lead skillfully.
Lead excellently. — Matshona Dhliwayo

We are so much more powerful and important than we realize. In each moment that we connect with another, we have the opportunity to etch a memory into their heart. — Robin Lee

I can't sum up my books. They're all rather complicated. Sometimes I think they're too complicated. But that's the way I am. When I start to write a book, my head gets full of all kinds of detail. — Ruth Rendell

For he came to perceive that since people were his study, his teachers, the objects through which he could satisfy his persistent wonder about life itself, his own being among others, wherever he lived for the moment, there was his home. — Pearl S. Buck