Mcgoo U Quotes & Sayings

Greatness is a life mission being the best is not about being better than anyone else but striving to be the best that you can and bringing out the best in others — Dominick Cruz

Nina, I really would like to go spend some time with Faith," he said bluntly.
"To make me jealous?"
"No. Because she's ... "
"Sweet?" Nina said, pulling a face and batting her eyelashes
"Mine. — Kristan Higgins

He knew that men learned how to love; they weren't born with that capacity. He knew the qualities of a godd man included all the aspects that concerned Marco: loyalty, fidelity, ambition, and gentleness. — Adriana Trigiani

He who believes in nobody knows that he himself is not to be trusted. — Red Auerbach

You have a life and there are these volumes on either side that go unvisited; some day soon as the world winds he will lie beneath what he now stands on, dead as those insects whose sound he no longer hears, and the grass will go on growing, wild and blind. — John Updike

You're being prejudiced, McGoo. Even unnaturals want love. — Kevin J. Anderson

We are told there is not enough money for education, but somehow there is enough money for people to raise billions of dollars to defeat somebody in an election? Oh! Okay! Does that make sense? — Phylicia Rashad

reached behind me to adjust the stockings again. "Your mother doesn't like me." "She just doesn't want to lose me. That's how mothers are. — Paula McLain

The order of nature [is] that individual happiness shall be inseparable from the practice of virtue. — Thomas Jefferson

People wrote me off, but I believed in myself. I got the confidence back, and it grew and grew. I won my first major and my last at the place that changed my life. — Pete Sampras

As children, as we learn what things are, we are slowly learning to dismiss them visually. As adults, entirely submerged in words and concepts, we spend almost all of our time thinking and worrying about the past and the future, hardly ever looking at or engaging with the world visually. — Chris Ware

What am I in this instant? I'm a typewriter making the dry echo in the dark, humid dawn. I haven't been human for a long time. They wanted me to be an object. I am an object. An object dirty with blood. An object that creates other objects and the machine creates us all. It makes demands. Mechanisms make endless demands on my life. But I don't totally obey: if I have to be an object, let me be an object that screams. There's something inside of me that hurts. Oh, how it hurts and how it screams for help. But tears aren't there in the machine that is me. I'm an object without a destiny. I'm an object in whose hands? such is my human destiny. What saves me is the scream. I protest in the name of what's inside the object behind the behind of the thought-feeling. I'm an urgent object. — Clarice Lispector