Pobedilovo Quotes & Sayings

I have a reputation for speaking my mind. I like to think my candor and bluntness will give you the answers. — John O. Brennan

Every night my plan was to make it to dawn and then feel out the options. But that was just it
there were no options. There had been options, before the baby, but none of them had been pursued. I had not flown to Japan by myself to see what it was like there. I had not gone to nightclubs and said Tell me everything about yourself to strangers. I had not even gone to the movies by myself. I had been quiet when there was no reason to be quiet and consistent when consistency didn't matter. For the last twenty years I had lived as if I was taking care of a newborn baby. — Miranda July

It wasn't fair what happened to you, either. Or what happened to her. A lot of things aren't. I guess we can either be angry about it forever or else we just have to try to make things better with what we have now. — Ava Dellaira

If all the months and all their days could be like June weather in New York, there would be paradise on earth. Often, in early June, momentous decisions are made, power waxes strong, quick wars are fought, and love affairs are begun and ended. — Mark Helprin

There is something cathartic about what has happened to me during this stay in hospital. I've heard others say that coming face to face with your own mortality can have this effect. You look with harsh, savage eyes at the life you are living and resolve to make the best of the time you have left, if you can be allowed the luxury of a few extra years to fulfill your plans. Around me, I see an urgency creep into the lives of friends once they have an AIDS diagnosis: they rush out and try to complete as many life projects as they can, before their health deteriorates. — David Menadue

If you cannot mould yourself entirely as you would wish, how can you expect other people to be entirely to your liking? — Thomas A Kempis

They've made her something else now. — Damien Angelica Walters

After the room is finished, my mother and Sky head downstairs. I stack the boxes in the hallway, then turm to shut the door. Before I close it completely, I look to her bed. I don't watch her die again. I watch her smile. — Colleen Hoover

The chief requisite for the making of a good chicken pie is chicken; no amount of culinary legerdemain can make up for the lack of chicken. In the same way, the chief requisite for the history of science is intimate scientific knowledge; no amount of philosophic legerdemain can make up for its absence. — George Sarton