Gleitz Golf Quotes & Sayings

Same mind with same old ideas enters the same old year; only the new mind with new ideas enters the New Year! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

Engaged to Mr. Collins! My dear Charlotte - impossible! — Jane Austen

There is evil fuckery afoot here. — Georgia Cates

It takes so little ... to lose it; grief and disappointment can takes one's faith away so easily that you might wake one morning and have none left. — Susan Fletcher

In that Holy Place where you tell Him everything and he understands; there are angels who stand in wait to hear his every command. How may they serve you and increase your joy? — Marianne Williamson

There is no law for farm labor organizing, save the law of the jungle. — Cesar Chavez

Theodore Dalrymple is a brilliant observer of both medicine and society, and his book wittily engages with two versions of the current nonsense: orthodox medicine on drug addiction, and romantic poets on the wisdom you supposedly enjoy from getting high. — Kenneth Minogue

Just because you're not successful doesn't mean you can't be successful. — Abdulazeez Henry Musa

Get the best people and train them well. — Scott McNealy

Not a thing had happened the way she had planned, no, not a single thing! But it seemed to her she had never been so happy in her life. — Dorothy Canfield Fisher

I don't want problems solved for me. I want the fishing rod, not the fish. — Yanni

Impossibility is only a whisper away from reality — Steven Aitchison

Moments later a huge male with a cropped mohawk came out. Rehvenge was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit and had a black cane in his right hand. As he came slowly over to the Brotherhood's table, his patrons parted before him, partly out of respect for his size, partly out of fear from his
reputation. Everyone knew who he was and what he was capable of: Rehv was the kind of drug lord who took a personal interest in his livelihood. You crossed him and you turned up diced like something off the Food Channel. — J.R. Ward

If the ego is in the slightest way separated from its source, it yearns to find it again. This search comes from the remembrance of unity and plenitude. As every experience emanates from the non-experience which is our real being, the me also bears the scent of its source. This remembering is awakened through those moments of desirelessness and in deep sleep. — Jean Klein

Federal Officer: "The arms piled on the ground were not worth 10 cents a ton. — Clint Johnson