Meslee Insurance Quotes & Sayings

On the other side of fear is freedom. And usually fewer fingers than you started with. — Jenny Lawson

Football is a game of errors. The team that makes the fewest errors in a game usually wins. — Paul Brown

Most organisations have a serial bully. It never ceases to amaze me how one person's divisive dysfunctional behaviour can permeate the entire organisation like a cancer. — Tim Field

When we know our values, we can easily measure whether or not our actions are in accordance with them. Values are the measuring sticks with which we determine the worthiness of our actions. To be better associated with one's own values is to remove a lot of the needless activities of daily life. — Chris Matakas

A plane of cheekbone, — Margaret Atwood

If you love someone your heart will always remember them. Even if the mind doesn't, the heart never forgets. — Alexandra Potter

It is only great pain
that slow, sustained pain that takes its time, in which we are, as it were, burned with smoldering green firewood
that forces us philosophers to sink to our ultimate profundity and to do away with all the trust, everything good-natured, veil-imposing, mild and middling, on which we may have previously based our humanity. I doubt that such a pain makes us 'better'
but I know that it makes us deeper. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Trust is greater than love. — David O. McKay

I went to New York for Fashion Week and girls showed up waiting to see me. It's funny because there's a group of girls who I actually recognize because they always show up. It's nice and I'm like, 'Hi girls! I recognize your faces!' It's just like a feel-good experience. — Katie Cassidy

Keep your attention internal, not external, not worrying about what others see, but what the Self sees. — B.K.S. Iyengar

She [Bettie Page] was a traumatized person, but she did have an active sex life. — Mary Harron

But in exchange for what our imagination leads us to expect and we give ourselves so much futile trouble trying to find, life gives us something which we were very far from imagining. — Marcel Proust