Huuhaya Quotes & Sayings

What does failure do to us? We fall into a vicious downward spiral. Failure is a lot like a shot from a double barrel gun but with a difference. The first shot is like the news which explodes in one's face. But it is the second, after a short time lag, which causes the most damage. It comprises of pain, humiliation, shame, frustration and anger. The first shot pales in comparison. It is life after the blast that causes the most hurt. — Anup Kochhar

It is when children start to question their happiness that they lose it and grow up. — Elizabeth Goudge

- Losing is all that's left, I say.
- Losing is all we've got left to lose, you say
The impossibility of not telling, I cannot do otherwise, one can only tell otherwise, with always the same need to make sense of what you've lost, the need not to lose this feeling of losing, the need to feel yourself not losing this feeling that you are still losing the irreplaceable. — Helene Cixous

So yeah, I am definitely a blues man at heart. — Edgar Winter

It is easier to be gay at this very moment than it was five minutes ago. It is just constantly getting better, and it's wonderful. — Guy Branum

I don't want anyone hurt because I made a wrong choice, God. I need all the wisdom and guidance You can spare. — Karen Witemeyer

Hence, within the space of two generations there has been a complete revolution in the attitude of the trades-unions toward the women working in their trades. — Florence Kelley

Victory is a good wine; defeat is a good university! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

how many ghosts I was going to encounter. That Serra guy had to have a bunch of Native Americans mad at him - particularly considering that corporal punishment thing - and I hadn't any doubt I was going to encounter all of them. And yet, when my mom and I walked through the school's wide front archway into the courtyard around which the Mission had been constructed, I didn't see a single person who looked as if he or she didn't belong there. There were a few tourists snapping pictures of the impressive fountain, a gardener working diligently at the base of a palm tree - even at my new school there were palm trees - a priest walking in silent contemplation down the airy breezeway. It was a beautiful, restful place - especially for a building that was so old and had to have seen so much death. I couldn't understand it. Where were all the ghosts? Maybe they were afraid to hang around the place. I was a little afraid, looking up at that crucifix. — Meg Cabot

Over the last few years, my comfort level with how I look has improved. My age has helped. You get used to yourself and accept yourself. — Lynn Redgrave