Parrinello Quotes & Sayings

The pleasant life: a life that successfully pursues the positive emotions about the present, past, and future. — Martin Seligman

Killing the dog does not cure the bite. — Abraham Lincoln

Right now I think I'm the smartest I've ever been. I'm doing everything great now and everything perfect. Like with this taxes stuff. I'm getting better at that. I'm making sure everything is a write-off. Every single thing. — Kendra Wilkinson

He whispered, "That miracle you were praying for - he's patiently waiting his turn to hold you."
Laura lifted her head from John's chest, focusing on the faces around her. At last, her eyes fell upon him. Tony smiled softly. — Adriana Parrinello

The final word on the political non-implications of group differences must go to Gloria Steinem: There are really not many jobs that actually require a penis or a vagina, and all the other occupations should be open to everyone. — Steven Pinker

I never really felt super-Texan. It wasn't like I was unhappy, but I wasn't superhappy. — Win Butler

But the one thing he could not have imagined is that we were withholding nothing. That there was nothing on the other side of our silly rules; nothing. — Lionel Shriver

The ratio of CEO pay to average worker pay increased from seventy in 1990 to three hundred in 2005. — Erik Brynjolfsson

He was intrigued by the power of words, not the literary words that filled the books in the library but the sharp, staccato words that went into the writing of news stories. Words that went for the jugular. Active verbs that danced and raced on the page. — Robert Cormier

Being realistic is the most commonly traveled road to mediocrity. Why would you be realistic? What's the point of being realistic? I'm going to do it. It's done. It's already done. The second I decide it's done, it's already done. — Will Smith

Some people think tears are a sign of weakness. But I see tears as a God-given way for us to express emotion. — Shelley Hitz

He wasn't a pretty boy, his nose was crooked and his grin lopsided, but he had that square-jawed, salt-of-the-earth handsome look that made a girl think of loose-hipped cowboys and demanding Scottish Lairds. And speaking of Scottish Lairds, old mate was a redhead. Usually gingers weren't her scene but this guy's hair was the rich coppery-auburn of a fox's pelt. It gleamed like rose gold under the floodlights, his short beard the exact colour as the stuff on his head. Big Red was doing it for her. Big time. And apparently, the feeling was mutual. — Eve Dangerfield