Resettlement Support Quotes & Sayings

You know how to manipulate me, and I know how to manipulate you. That makes us even.
No. We'll never be even.
We'll always be trying to outdo each other. I won't say it aloud, any more than I'll admit that I like it that way; that some primal, powerful side of me craves the challenge and always has. — A.G. Howard

What we experience is our own concept of things. That is why no two people see quite the same world, and why, in many cases, different people see such different worlds. To put it another way, we make our own world by the way in which we think; for we really do live in a world of our own thoughts. — Emmet Fox

If you're in business, all the content in the world will do you no good unless it leads to a sale. — Richie Norton

A lot of 3D movies have so much on the screen that you almost don't know where to look. — Robert Rodriguez

Like humans, birds mourn the loss of fledglings and mates. There are a thousand variant weeping songs to sing. I had to sign mine and get on with it. That is what I did — Michele Young-Stone

When you listen to the music in this film [Despicable Me], it's working on the level of melody, but the other key element is lyrics. There are a number of songs in the film where the lyrics themselves are very much speaking to the essence of what Ted Geisel was setting out to do. — Christopher Meledandri

God is always bigger than the boxes we build for God, so we should not waste too much time protecting the boxes. — Richard Rohr

As the years went by I became a writer and illustrator, although exclusively of fantasies. — Chris Van Allsburg

Let your life be pleasing to the multitude, and it can not be so to yourself. — Publilius Syrus

I lost 100 pounds and embraced theater and music as what I was going to make for the rest of my life. — Josh Young

Being young is not having any money; being young is not minding not having any money. — Katharine Whitehorn

Receive with simplicity everything that happens to you. — Rashi

Nobody moved.
Everybody sat in the dark cellar, suspended in the suddenly frozen task of this October game; the wind blew outside, banging the house, the smell of pumpkins and apples filled the room with smell of the objects in their fingers while one boy cried, "I'll go upstairs and look!" and he ran upstairs hopefully and out around the house, four times around the house, calling, "Marion, Marion, Marion!" over and over and at last coming slowly down the stairs into the waiting breathing cellar and saying to the darkness, "I can't find her."
Then ... some idiot turned on the lights.
("The October Game") — Ray Bradbury