Louise Bourgeois Maman Quotes & Sayings

I learned the hard way that if you heard you were one thing enough times, eventually you had no option but to start believing it. — Jay Crownover

Your ability to withstand pain is your claim to fame. It is ascetic, holy. It is self-control. It is masochism, and masochism pleasurable to many, but we don't like to think about that. We don't like to think that a person could have a twisted autoerotic life going on, be both a top and a bottom, and experience both at once: the pleasure of beating the hell out of a body shackled at the wrists, and the pleasure of being the body and knowing we deserve each blow. — Marya Hornbacher

He has explained why it is that ambiguity touches his heart more nearly than the death and marriage style of finish that i prefer. — Diane Setterfield

I forget it's Shane Warne and just think of him as any old bowler lobbing down a lump of leather. — Brian Lara

My view of Bradley Manning is that he's a very courageous young man who ... did what I didn't have the guts to do during the Vietnam war. — Ray McGovern

The disabilities of the people who came to him were established so young, in such delicate years, that their tender agonies were, by the time they arrived in his office, thickened into a stunned arrangement of expressions, deflections, and shrewd manipulations. No, — Elizabeth Strout

In the world, it will be women, mostly colored and poor. women will have to bury children, and support themselves through grief. — Suheir Hammad

For memories are magic, too. They are the wand the present waves over the past. — Anonymous

If you think a certain thought long enough and hard enough, it becomes a fixed belief and you will find yourself behaving on the outside in a manner consistent with it. — Brian Tracy

I'm pretty much looking for beauty all the time. It just seems like some days the light is better to see it. — Melodie Ramone

But he [Franklin Roosevelt] specifically prohibits any black participation from the Deep South, something which just infuriates people who'd been his supporters and who'd believed in him and resides that he is just shockingly abandoned the right of the people to rule. It's a pretty horrible story in that respect. — Geoffrey Cowan

ALL HE COULD SEE, IN EVERY DIRECTION, WAS WATER. It was June 23, 1943. Somewhere on the endless expanse of the Pacific Ocean, Army Air Forces bombardier and Olympic runner Louie Zamperini lay across a small raft, drifting westward. Slumped alongside him was a sergeant, one of his plane's gunners. On a separate raft, tethered to the first, lay another crewman, a gash zigzagging across his forehead. Their bodies, burned by the sun and stained yellow from the raft dye, had winnowed down to skeletons. Sharks glided in lazy loops around them, dragging their backs along the rafts, waiting. — Laura Hillenbrand