Famous Red Sox Player Quotes & Sayings

I know I'm being a pain in the ass, Sascha darling, but humor me. I'm working on letting go -I promise our kid will be a wild savage exactly like Roman and Julian. — Nalini Singh

What we love about this life are the things that resonate with the life we were made for. The things we love are not merely the best this life has to offer - they are previews of the greater life to come. — Randy Alcorn

Whatever you believe, that you will be. If you believe yourselves to be sages, sages you will be tomorrow. There is nothing to obstruct you. — Swami Vivekananda

Everyone has ideas. The first step is to learn more about your industry than anyone in the world. Otherwise there is a good chance that the lady that knows it better than you is going to kick your ass. Then you just have to go for it. No excuses. Just work your ass off. — Mark Cuban

I really relate to the feeling of falling in love 10 times a day and wishing I could never stop falling in love. — Jill Soloway

Some of my instincts are reprehensible. — William F. Buckley Jr.

She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but even brave enough to accept it. — William Faulkner

As a former high school teacher and a student in a class of 60 urchins at St. Brigid's grammar school, I know that education is all about discipline and motivation. Disadvantaged students need extra attention, a stable school environment, and enough teacher creativity to stimulate their imaginations. Those things are not expensive. — Bill O'Reilly

The most giving souls are those who give when they don't have to give, who could just walk away from this world and its suffering and merge with eternal existence and bliss forever. — Frederick Lenz

My grief was cold. It was nothing to share. It was nothing to speak about, nothing to feel. — Alice Hoffman

The deer carcass hangs from a rafter.
Wrapped in blankets, a boy keeps watch
from a pile of loose hay. Then he sleeps

and dreams about a death that is coming:
Inside him, there are small bones
scattered in a field among burdocks and dead grass.
He will spend his life walking there,
gathering the bones together.

Pigeons rustle in the eaves.
At his feet, the German shepherd
snaps its jaws in its sleep. — Gregory Orr