Grennan Communications Quotes & Sayings

Don't be afraid to ask. All they can say is no....and they might say yes. — Lorri Moulton

Poverty that is learned with the humble, the poor, the sick and all those who are on the existential peripheries of life. Theoretical poverty is of no use to us. Poverty is learned by touching the flesh of the poor Christ, in the humble, the poor, the sick, in children. — Pope Francis

Summer in Seattle allows me to indulge in some of the region's top culinary delights - I'm talking about wild king salmon and fresh, ripe Washington stone fruits and berries like cherries, peaches, plums, and blueberries. — Tom Douglas

He thought of himself not as something heavy that left tracks behind it, but if anything, as a speck upon the surface of an earth too deeply asleep to notice the scratch of ant feet, the rasp of butterfly teeth, the tumbling of dust — J.M. Coetzee

It's OK to consider your own needs. It's OK to worry about how you feel. You don't have to always be a wonderful, charitable person. You can give in. You're selfish. Everything you do is for your own good. And it's OK! — Nicholas Caldwell

One of the hardest and truest things a grown-up learns is that sometimes it's not okay. — Christopher Buehlman

Sometimes you have to accept you can't win all the time. — Lionel Messi

Relationships are forged in pauses — Lisa M. Ross

Specialists debated whether to pull the plug, but Texas only executes people on death row, not when they're brain-dead, because it might mean culling most of their politicians. — Michael Robotham

Children should not be used as pawns in a political fight. — Jay Carney

Why, if one wants to compare life to anything, one must liken it to being blown through the Tube at fifty miles an hour
landing at the other end without a single hairpin in one's hair! Shot out at the feet of God entirely naked! Tumbling head over heels in the asphodel meadows like brown paper parcels pitched down a shoot in the post office! With one's hair flying back like the tail of a race-horse. Yes, that seems to express the rapidity of life, the perpetual waste and repair; all so casual, all so haphazard ...
But after life. The slow pulling down of thick green stalks so that the cup of the flower, as it turns over, deluges one with purple and red light. Why, after all, should one not be born there as one is born here, helpless, speechless, unable to focus one's eyesight, groping at the roots of the grass, at the toes of the Giants? — Virginia Woolf