Lucianne Quotes & Sayings

Equities will do well over time - you just have to avoid getting excited when other people are getting excited. — Warren Buffett

Clothes are incredibly symbolic. — Robin Givhan

Today is, after all, today, but yesterday is of the same substance as tomorrow. — Franz Grillparzer

History is not ended. It will sooner or later take up the threads apparently broken off forever and knit them together in a new pattern. — Rudolf Hess

Do not worry Little Bird, remember we are Simulacrum, and Simulacrum are never alone, for we know the end of the story. — Julia J. Gibbs

The Nobel Prize confers on an individual an authority which in economics no man ought to possess. — Friedrich August Von Hayek

WhO's NeXt?!
~I'm BaCk!
~Golberg — Lucianne Goldberg

My entire life, all I ever wanted was you to be real. Then I came here, and found out that you were. That first day I found out you were real, the first time I saw your face and heard your voice, it was all I could ever asked for. Everything else after that has been a gift I could never dream of deserving, would never thought of asking you. Learning to know you, for real, being with you every day ... I want you to know that I never thought I could be so happy. Being with you is the definition of happiness I have. — Sarah Rees Brennan

America won't be saved because one or 10 people stand up. It will be saved because millions of us stand up. — Marianne Williamson

This command seems to me to be strictly a missionary injunction, and, as far as I can see, those to whom it was first delivered regarded it in that light, so that, apart altogether from choice and other lower reasons, my going forth is a matter of obedience to a plain command; and in place of seeking to assign a reason for going abroad, I would prefer to say that I have failed to discover any reason why I should stay at home. — James Gilmour

On data: We are the drivers, not the driven. — Andy Hargreaves

How many people today live in a language that is not their own? Or no longer, or not yet, even know their own and know poorly the major language that they are forced to serve? This is the problem of immigrants, and especially of their children, the problem of minorities, the problem of a minor literature but also a problem for all of us: how to tear a minor literature away from its own language, allowing it to challenge the language and making it follow a sober revolutionary path? How to become a nomad and an immigrant and a gypsy in relation to one's own language? Kafka answers: steal the baby from its crib, walk the tight rope. — Gilles Deleuze