Conxita Herrero Quotes & Sayings

Always lift your chin up high when you did something wrong. Because you might know you did something wrong, but nobody else has to. — Laurie Elizabeth Flynn

I am ashamed to see what a shallow village tale our so-called History is. How many times must we say Rome, and Paris, and Constantinople! What does Rome know of rat and lizard? What are Olympiads and Consulates to these neighboring systems of being? Nay, what food or experience or succor have they for the Esquimaux seal-hunter, or the Kanaka in his canoe, for the fisherman, the stevedore, the porter? — Ralph Waldo Emerson

The process of achievement comes through repeated failures and the constant struggle to climb to a higher level. — John C. Maxwell

This is what I always wanted to do in my entire life, so I am not going to sit here and complain that it is so terrible to be in successful movies, because it becomes a trilogy! — Alyson Hannigan

One of the things anxiety educates you in is how deeply physical thought can be, how concrete. In anxiety, there is no time to luxuriate in abstractions. It's just you and your mind, which has fists and is using them. It may be dualistic and logically untenable to posit the situation as You v. Head; it may not make sense philosophically. But in the throes of anxiety? In the cognitive shit? There's really no other way to think about what's going on. — Daniel Smith

Had he been a lunatic or an intellectually honourable man who'd thought things through to their logical conclusion? And was there any difference? — Margaret Atwood

If we want to survive this economic collapse, new mandatory school subjects should be eCommerce, Chinese, spirituality and aesthetics. — Robin Sacredfire

I definitely still have my hand in acting. I don't think I would be able to walk away from it. It's my passion. — Blake McIver Ewing

One reason that cats are happier than people is that they have no newspapers. — Gwendolyn Brooks

Some people are so worn down by the yoke of oppression that they give up. — Martin Luther King Jr.

Victoria Park looks like every other inner-city park in every other city in Canada; a large and handsome memorial to the war dead surrounded by a square block of hard-tracked grass and benches where people can sit and look at statues of politicians or at flower beds planted with petunias and marigolds, the cheap and the hardy, downtown survivors. — Gail Bowen