Eduardo Kobra Quotes & Sayings

One of the few graces of getting old-and God knows there are few graces-is that if you've worked hard and kept your nose to the grindstone, something happens: The body gets old but the creative mechanism is refreshed, smoothed and oiled and honed. That is the grace. That is what's happening to me. — Maurice Sendak

In my day, the players used to work their socks off. It's all changed now, obviously. — Gordon Smith

This is the love of God; not that He gives us something, but that He gives us some one - a living person - not one or another blessing, but Him in whom is all life and blessing - Jesus Himself. — Andrew Murray

Art, in a sense, is life brought to a standstill, rescued from time. The secret of making it is simple: discard everything that is good enough. — James Salter

The yellowfly is almost too small to see, but if you leave its egg in your skin, you will lose an arm or leg before it hatches - if it does not kill you. — Robert Jordan

Everywhere on the Continent, the tourist is looked upon as a bird to be plucked, and presently the bird himself feebly comes to regard plucking as his proper destiny and abjectly holds out his wing so long as there is a feather left on it. — Thomas Bailey Aldrich

I am afraid, ... that health begins, after seventy, and often long before, to have a meaning different from that which it had at thirty. But it is culpable to murmur at the established order of the creation, as it is vain to oppose it. He that lives, must grow old; and he that would rather grow old than die, has God to thank for the infirmities of old age. — Lyndon B. Johnson

It is not until you become a mother that your judgment slowly turns to compassion and understanding. — Erma Bombeck

The hardest part about life is getting out of our own way; in those often fleeting moments that we actually do, we always see light and peace. — Gregor Collins

Isn't it true (I thought), that one is almost never present, or rather never fully present, and that's because we have only a halfhearted, chaotic and slipshod, disgraceful and vile relationship with out surroundings. — Witold Gombrowicz

Dinner was served on mismatched plates with paper napkins and silverware that looked like it had been stolen from a school cafeteria. The spaghetti was from a box that was still poking out of the garbage pail, the sauce from a jar that was sitting beside the sink. I got the definite impression that he chose to make dinner because he couldn't afford to take me out. — Arlene Schindler