Madira Bickel Quotes & Sayings
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The cruel ambush of 9/11 supposedly 'changed everything,' slapping us back to reality. Yet we are constantly shocked, shocked by the foreseeable. — Frank Rich
The kiss, the bodily surrender which would seem natural and but moderately attractive ... — Marcel Proust
When a person is lucky enough to live inside a story, to live inside an imaginary world, the pains of this world disappear. For as long as the story goes on, reality no longer exists. — Paul Auster
One of my signature strengths is the love of learning, and by teaching, I have built it into the fabric of my life. I try to do some of it every day. — Martin Seligman
I think in the Western world we have gotten overly identified with doing, and we've kind of forgotten about the art of being. And we don't see value in it; we think that if you're not doing something all of the time, being very active and producing something, then you're sort of wasting your time. — Shakti Gawain
People do not like sincerity. What they like is flattery. When they say they want sincerity what they mean, is that they want flattery that sounds sincere. — T.R. Winters
How a Brand is received is determined by how it's perceived — Bernard Kelvin Clive
That's my town,' Joaquin said. 'What a fine town, but how the buena gente, the good people of that town, have suffered in this war.' Then, his face grave, 'There they shot my father. My mother. My brother-in-law and now my sister.' 'What barbarians,' Robert Jordan said. How many times had he heard this? How many times had he watched people say it with difficulty? How many times had he seen their eyes fill and their throats harden with the difficulty of saying my father, or my brother, or my mother, or my sister? He could not remember how many times he heard them mention their dead in this way. Nearly always they spoke as this boy did now; suddenly and apropos of the mention of the town and always you said, 'What barbarians. — Ernest Hemingway,
