Istinu Ti Quotes & Sayings

Look for Buddha outside your own mind,
and Buddha becomes the devil. — Dogen

A bad process wastes your brain cycles. A good process leverages them to maximum advantage. — Anonymous

What sets apart high-performance teams, however, is the degree of commitment, particularly how deeply committed the members are to one another. — Jon Katzenbach

Sometimes I hear the world discussed as the realm of men. This is not my experience. I have watched men fall to the ground like leaves. They were swept up as memories, and burned. History owns them. These men were petrified in both senses of the word: paralyzed and turned to stone. Their refusal to express feeling killed them. Anachronistic men. Those poor, poor boys. — Antonella Gambotto-Burke

I knew the men were probably terrible people who whistled at pretty girls, treated their wives like servants, and voted for Nixon every chance they got, but as far as I was concerned, they beat the hell out of a Volvo-load of liberals for hard work and good times. — James Crumley

A long while yet will you keep that great mother's grief. But it will turn in the end into quiet joy, and your bitter tears will be only tears of tender sorrow that purifies the heart and delivers it from sin. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

As he approached the place where a meeting of doctors was being held, he saw some elegant limousines and remarked, "The surgeons have arrived." Then he saw some cheaper cars and said, "The physicians are here, too." ... And when he saw a row of overshoes inside, under the hat rack, he is reported to have remarked, "Ah, I see there are laboratory men here." — Walter Bradford Cannon

How easy it is to blame others for our unhappiness, but we are only unhappy when something other than Christ has become our life. — Francis Frangipane

We are all of us blue babies. At critical seconds, we all lack necessary air. — Richard McCann

So he went on stringing together these and other absurdities, all in the style of those his books had taught him, imitating their language as well as he could; and all the while he rode so slowly and the sun mounted so rapidly and with such fervour that it was enough to melt his brains if he had any. — Miguel De Cervantes Saavedra