Motchke Quotes & Sayings

He has no clue that I have the patience of a saint. At least that's what Carlos says, although that isn't saying much, considering his fuse is about as short as an eyelash. — Simone Elkeles

The river was beautiful and wise. There were the two of them being happy in a new way. For here, there was no man, no woman, no master, no yellow, no black, no white. We, we who were, we are the same no longer. — David Paul Kirkpatrick

Your life is not a mistake, just an experience. — C.M. Stunich

Managers are action-focused; they are not philosophers and should not be. — Peter F. Drucker

In the English language there are orphans and widows, but there is no word for the parents who lose a child. — Jodi Picoult

If you want to know who the real heroes of world history are, just look at the mothers. — Peter Hoeg

It was my first scene in any movie and my only scene in Kramer vs. Kramer. I was petrified. — JoBeth Williams

It is only through difference that progress can be made. What threatens us right now is probably what we may call over-communication
that is, the tendency to know exactly in one point of the world what is going on in all other parts of the world. In order for a culture to be really itself and to produce something, the culture and its members must be convinced of their originality and even, to some extent, of their superiority over the others; it is only under conditions of under-communication that it can produce anything. We are now threatened with the prospect of our being only consumers, able to consume anything from any point in the world and from any culture, but of losing all originality. — Claude Levi-Strauss

You know how you're always trying to get things to come out perfect in art because it's real difficult in life — Woody Allen

Sure, we're the sum of our experiences. If you listen to that song I wrote in 1969, "Dream On," you might get a different view. I may not have been quite sure of what I was doing, but I was on to something. — Steven Tyler

She was his potchke, his fleutchke, his notchke, his motchke, his everything that the speech of St. Botolphs left unexpressed. She was his little, little squirrel. — John Cheever