Measurable Objectives Quotes & Sayings

You're a quiet one. You keep to yourself, but when you speak up, you tell the truth: in your music and every other way. — Cinda Williams Chima

Waiting with hope is very difficult, but true patience is expressed when we must even wait for hope. I will have reached the point of greatest strength once I have learned to wait for hope."
George Matheson — George Matheson

If one looks at a balancing scale putting "fear of change" on one side and "status quo" on the other, they are often in balance. Change is hard. We tend to accept our condition and no matter how painful, we will not change until the balancing scale is tipped - only when the discomfort becomes greater than the fear of change does the scale tip. — David W. Earle

Just as the Russians and the Soviets didn't manage to wipe out languages in Lithuania, neither have they managed to wipe out religion to the extent that we had feared. — Jeane Kirkpatrick

Chase after the truth like all hell and you'll free yourself, even though you never touch its coat tails. — Clarence Darrow

My desire is to stand up and brush myself off when I make mistakes and ask for forgiveness. — Janine Turner

Pruning is strategic. It is directional and forward-looking. It is intentional toward a vision, desires, and objectives that have been clearly defined and are measurable. If you have that, you know what a rose is, and pruning will help you get one of true beauty. — Henry Cloud

My dad and my brother and my cousins carry him out to the car of the person who is least angry at him. — Stephen Chbosky

The first step in calculating which way to go is to find out where you are. — Margaret Thatcher

I think jazz is a phenomenal creative force, because it's one man, one vote as you're playing, but it's a collective thing, what you're doing. You're listening to all the musicians around you and you're working within that structure. — Herb Alpert

Quinnipeague in August was a lush green place where inchworms dangled from trees whose leaves were so full that the eaten parts were barely missed. Mornings meant 'thick o' fog' that caught on rooftops and dripped, blurring weathered gray shingles while barely muting the deep pink of rosa rugosa or the hydrangea's blue. Wood smoke filled the air on rainy days, pine sap on sunny ones, and wafting through it all was the briny smell of the sea. — Barbara Delinsky