Sad Dp Quotes & Sayings

One thing an exceptional employee never says is, 'That's not in my job description.' Exceptional employees work outside the boundaries of job descriptions. — Travis Bradberry

your hands are tough but there mine belong in — Taylor Swift

When he finished up with the Twins and even after he was done, he was always down on the field, so I had a chance to talk to him every time we came into town. Even my first couple of years - when I was still wet behind the ears - he was more than willing to come over and say, 'Hi.' Obviously, he didn't have to introduce himself, but he spent a little time and asked me how I was doing. And it always meant a lot. Anytime you have somebody of that stature on and off the field to take time and be willing to come talk to you, it means a lot. — Tony Clark

For years I had been aware of an important deficiency in the English language: a word to describe something a person loses that was never really hers. — Ellen Miller

Outer beauty is not the best indicator of inner beauty. Actually, it may be among the worst. — Charles F. Glassman

And I've never taken up a sport just because it was a social fad. — Dinah Shore

Bravery is not the absence of fear — Thabiso Monkoe

Those who love God never meet for the last time. — David Berg

Fancy me between Scylla and Charybdis. — Henry James

William Faulkner, Muriel Spark, Richard Yates, William Styron, James Salter, Alice Munro. They're very different writers, and I admire them for different reasons. The common thread, I guess, is that they remind me what's possible, why I wanted to write fiction in the first place. — Jennifer Haigh

To a child, and to an adult, too, what you discover by yourself, or what you think you discover by yourself, is what stays. — Norton Juster

The truth is that James, like many other great writers and artists, had chosen his own loyalties and nationality. His true country, his home, was that of the imagination. — Azar Nafisi

I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books. — C.S. Lewis