Kahit Kaibigan Lang Quotes & Sayings

The answer is the disruptive innovator, an outsider, who creates a product or service for the non-existing consumer in a non-existing market for almost no profit. — Clayton Christensen

Life is a series of checks and balances, sowing and reaping. — Jessica Nelson

In the evening a strange thing happened: the twenty families became one family, the Children were the children of all. The loss of home became one loss, and the golden time in the West was one dream. And it might be that a sick child threw despair into the hearts of twenty families, of a hundred people; that a birth there in a tent kept a hundred people quiet and awestruck trough the night and filled a hundred people with the birth-joy in the morning ... Every night a world created, complete with furniture- friends made and enemies established; a world complete with braggarts and with cowards, with quiet men, with humble men, with kindly men. Every night relationships that make a world, established; and every morning the world torn down like a circus. — John Steinbeck

Like I've always said, love wouldn't be blind if the braille weren't so damned much fun. — Armistead Maupin

You say I started out with practically nothing, but that isn't correct. We all start with all there is, it's how we use it that makes things possible. — Henry Ford

Did you ever have a dream?" he asked. "Something you wanted so badly and just when you think you're about to reach out and grabit, something else takes it away? — Nicholas Sparks

Not just the absence of sound, but positive, warm, burnished silence. — Jincy Willett

They say I'm half a man. What does that make the lot of you? — George R R Martin

Careful listening is more important than making sounds happen. — Alvin Lucier

Ruffles all the surface of the lake In striving from its crystal face to take Some diamond water drops, and them to treasure In milky nest, and sip them off at leisure. But not a moment can he there insure them, Nor to such downy rest can he allure them; For down they rush as though they would be free, And drop like hours into eternity. — John Keats