Oski Technology Quotes & Sayings

Would you rather be the world's greatest lover, but have everyone think you're the world's worst lover? Or would you rather be the world's worst lover but have everyone think you're the world's greatest lover? Now, that's an interesting question. — Warren Buffett

I don't even know what I'm looking for, although I hope I'll know it if I find it along the way. Sometimes I want to simplify my life into a simple bare thing. And other times I want to complicate it so thoroughly that everything I touch will become bound in some way to me. I've become quite aware of my contradictions, but there's no true resolution in that. — David Levithan

The Americans are just more enthusiastic and more likely to engage in hyperbole. — John Cleese

As it turned out, growing up was just as she'd feared. One day when your alarm clock rang, you got up and realized you had someone else's thoughts in your head ... or may be just your old ones, minus the hope. — Jodi Picoult

And my seven-year-old world humpty-dumptied, never to be put back together again. — Maya Angelou

And I like a mouse who has taken a cat for its tutor. — Seth Grahame-Smith

A political leader must keep looking over his shoulder all the time to see if the boys are still there. If they aren't still there, he's no longer a political leader. — Bernard Baruch

As long as we remain vigilant at building our internal abundance - an abundance of integrity, an abundance of forgiveness, an abundance of service, an abundance of love - then external lack is bound to be temporary. — Marianne Williamson

Give love in doses and hope for uselessness. — Michael Strong

I came to Christ in my early 20s. — Karen Kingsbury

Vivian Bloodmark, a philosophical friend of mine, in later years, used to say that while the scientist sees everything that happens in one point in space, the poet sees everything that happens in one point in time. Lost in thought, he taps his knee with his wandlike pencil, and at the same instant a car (New York license plate) passes along the road, a child bangs the screen door of a neighbouring porch, an old man yawns in a misty Turkestan orchard, a granule of cinder-grey sand is rolled by the wind on Venus, a Docteur Jacques Hirsch in Grenoble puts on his reading glasses, and trillions of other such trifles occur - all forming an instantaneous and transparent organism of events, of which the poet (sitting in a lawn chair in Ithaca, N.Y.) is the nucleus. — Vladimir Nabokov