Polydor Records Quotes & Sayings

It is only the fundamental conceptions of psychology which are of real value to a teacher. — William James

Who's going to work hard for someone who doesn't win? ~ Jim Ochowicz — Lance Armstrong

He took the risk and his people had died. He blamed himself. It didn't reflect in his face, but I saw it in his eyes for a brief moment, before they went back to their icy blue. The last time we talked, I was almost completely convinced that he was a sociopath. He seemed invulnerable, as if nothing could bother him. This did. — Ilona Andrews

I've never pushed a baby out myself, but I hear it's comparable to doing squats over a pile of flaming swords. Even — Lindsey Stirling

I think having some sort of religious faith can be helpful for many people, because it kind of puts things in perspective a bit. — Dave Smalley

If you're worried about life-work balance, something is probably wrong with your life or your work. Instead of agonizing over balance, get excited and create change. — Chris Guillebeau

There are no shortcuts. NONE. — Mark Cuban

Power always acts destructively, for its possessors are ever striving to lace all phenomena of social life into a corset of their laws to give them a definite shape. Its mental expression is dead dogma; its physical manifestation of life, brute force. This lack of intelligence in its endeavours leaves its imprint likewise on the persons of its representatives, gradually making them mentally inferior and brutal, even though they were originally excellently endowed. Nothing dulls the mind and soul of man as does the eternal monotony of routine, and power is essentially routine. — Rudolf Rocker

In the last century, everybody was singing lower. — Placido Domingo

The kingdom of self is heavily defended territory. Post-Eden — Eugene H. Peterson

The haste of a fool is the slowest thing in the world. — Thomas Shadwell

You look at me, you look at me closely, each time closer and then we play cyclops, we look at each other closer each time and our eyes grow, they grow closer, they overlap and the cyclops look at each other, breathing confusion, their mouths find each other and fight warmly, biting with their lips, resting their tongues lightly on their teeth, playing in their caverns where the heavy air comes and goes with the scent of an old perfume and silence. Then my hands want to hide in your hair, slowly stroke the depth of your hair while we kiss with mouths full of flowers or fish, of living movements, of dark fragrance. And if we bite each other, the pain is sweet, and if we drown in a short and terrible surge of breath, that instant death is beauty. And there is a single saliva and a single flavour of ripe fruit, and I can feel you shiver against me like a moon on the water. — Julio Cortazar