Corsier Quotes & Sayings

The greatest evil is that which uses others for its own gratification, which forces change on others and causes pain for nothing more than its own pleasure. — Anonymous

In the melting pot that is America, inclusive trumps exclusive. Whether it's single women, young adults, or minorities, alienating the rapidly growing voting blocs is not smart politics. — Eliot Spitzer

Go Slow to Go Fast in Growing a Stronger Bond With Others: When you see someone's interest rise in the conversation, you have a glimpse of the hook that can best connect you together. Ask follow-up questions, directly related to what that person just said. If you do just this much, recent research shows you are among the five percent of Americans in conversation. In so doing, you accomplish two things. You've increased their openness and warmth toward you, because you've demonstrated you care. And you've had a closer look at the hook that most matters to them in the conversation. Now you can speak to their hottest interest, in a way that can serve you both. — Kare Anderson

The growth of wisdom may be gauged exactly by the diminution of ill-temper. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Just start Don't wait for perfection. Just start and let the work teach you. — Jacqueline Novogratz

Like a fountain of refreshing water in the dusty, dry desert streets, a heart God fills with His love ministers life and health. — Elizabeth George

It was to him a very strange and perplexing place, where people wore fine clothes and had hard hearts. — Willa Cather

She never went out herself, and like a great many other old ladies of the same stamp, she was apt to consider it an act of domestic treason, if anybody else took the liberty of doing what she couldn't. — Charles Dickens

They're all about forty, I'd guess, but they could pass for thirty in that way that handsome gay men can seemingly defy the basic rules of nature. — Matthew Norman

I walked until I lost the light from the fire pit, clawing at my T-shirt, trying to pull it away from my skin. It smelled like his room. Like evergreens and spice and old, decaying things. I pulled it over my head and threw it as hard and far as I could, and still - still - I couldn't shake the smell. It was everywhere: my hands, my jeans, my bra. I should have run straight for the lake, or even the showers. I should have tried to soak his venom out. — Alexandra Bracken