Nthat Quotes & Sayings

I was always a show-off - as a kid I was never afraid to make a fool of myself, and I guess that's still true. — Ann Robinson

A true friend is like an umbrella that opens her heart to protect you on those rainy days. — Debasish Mridha

I thought what I'd do was I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes. — J.D. Salinger

A lot of people do their practice. They meditate on compassion. Then they yell at people afterwards. NThat is not quite working. One of the things I try to emphasize is contemplative meditation - bringing your thought and intention into meditation. — Sakyong Mipham

So what's the problem?'
'No problem. There's no problem. Don't ever say what's the problem, nthat's the negative way of looking at things, you know like is the bottle half empty or half full, know what I mean, every problem is also an opportunity, the question here is what opportunity does this present us with?'
'It seems to me', said Ernest stubbornly, 'that this opportunity presents us with a problem. Is there a director that Virginia would like? — Jonathan Lynn

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Hester bade little Pearl run down to the margin of the water, and play with the shells and tangled sea-weed, until she should have talked awhile with yonder gatherer of herbs. — Nathaniel Hawthorne

he's incredibly responsive, which is one of the best characteristics you can have in an investor. He'll get back to you any hour - day or night - quickly, on anything that matters. — Adam Grant

She is waiting. Each spring the hard rains come and the creek rises and quickens, and more of the bank peels off, silting the water brown ad bringing to light another layer of dark earth, Decades pass. She is patient, shelled inside the blue tarp. Each spring the water laps closer, paling roots, loosening stones, scuffing and smoothing. She is waiting and one day a bit of blue appears in the bank and then more blue. The rain pauses and the sun appears but she is ready now and the bank trembles a moment and heaves the stands of tarp unfurl and she spills into the stream and is free. Bits of bone gather in an eddy, form a brief necklace. The current moves on toward the sea. — Ron Rash