Gotosport Quotes & Sayings

The worst crime of all would be that a mistake happens and no one talks about it or learns from it. So, as unsettling as it is to think about, these mistakes, complications and unexpected outcomes get discussed openly, and everyone hopefully gains something from it. — Sanjay Gupta

I don't know if it'd be any time soon but I'd really like to work on a collaboration with somebody - I always have ideas for stuff like that. — Leighton Meester

That which gives detailed analysis of anger-pride-deceit-greed and puts them aside and doesn't allow any clashes to occur at home, is known as intellect. It makes one do 'everywhere adjustment'. — Dada Bhagwan

Nothing more guarantees the erosion of character than getting something for nothing. In the liberal welfare state, one develops an entitlement mentality. And the rhetoric of liberalism - labeling each new entitlement a 'right reinforces this sense of entitlement.' - — Dennis Prager

I am not Superwoman. The reality of my daily life is that I'm juggling a lot of balls in the air trying to be a good wife and mother, trying to be the prime-ministerial consort at home and abroad, barrister and charity worker, and sometimes one of the balls gets dropped. — Cherie Blair

No. You cannot save everyone. Live with it. Correct what you can, but do not dwell on it. — Eric R. Asher

One enemy at the time. — Sarah Dunant

I don't think of myself as a leader. I am, but I don't think of myself that way. I'm not trying to belittle what I do, but I think of myself as a dancer first. I'll always be a dancer. — Judith Jamison

A lot of people find rural landscapes relaxing." "Sure, until you start wondering what's creeping behind those trees, or slithering along in the grass. — J.D. Robb

I do not have easy days at home now and I drift between fear and helplessness in sunny rooms where it is unspeakably cold. Strange shudders of transformation, bodily experienced to the point of vulnerability, visions of mysteries until the certainty of having died, ecstasies to the point of stony petrifaction, and a continuation of dreaming sad dreams. — Georg Trakl

The Sleeping

I have imagined all this:
In 1940 my parents were in love
And living in the loft on West 10th
Above Mark Rothko who painted cabbage roses
On their bedroom walls the night they got married.

I can guess why he did it.
My mother's hair was the color of yellow apples
And she wore a velvet hat with her pajamas.

I was not born yet. I was remote as starlight.
It is hard for me to imagine that
My parents made love in a roomful of roses
And I wasn't there.

But now I am. My mother is blushing.
This is the wonderful thing about art.
It can bring back the dead. It can wake the sleeping
As it might have late that night
When my father and mother made love above Rothko
Who lay in the dark thinking Roses, Roses, Roses. — Lynn Emanuel

Yeah, I'm really worried. OK, so what's left on the big, big list of things I have to get done before I go insane or the world comes to end, whichever comes first? — Katie MacAlister

And these crazy maniacs? They'll be your family too if you let them. I mean, they'll fucking drive you bananas sometimes, but trust me when I say it's totally worth it." I believe him. "I can't wait to meet them," I say softly. His mouth travels along the edge of my jaw before hovering over my lips. "They're going to love you." He kisses me, slow and sweet. "I love you." I rub the pad of my thumb over his bottom lip. "Loved you every summer since I was thirteen years old. Love you even more now. — Sarina Bowen