Sharas Amazing Quotes & Sayings

Fifteen minutes of fame doesn't make a career. An article in a magazine, newspaper, interview on television or multiple print ads may stroke your ego, but nothing much else. An artist's career is a lifetime venture. Just because an artist is on top doesn't mean they are sheltered from a crash. As has been stated, the higher you climb, the harder you fall. — Jack White

...no one of mature age cares to make a complete confession of his past life. — W.B. Maxwell

Thus, the weight of my criticism is directed against the inadequacy of the theoretical foundations of the laissez-faire doctrine upon which I was brought up and for many years I taught — John Maynard Keynes

Music is what mathematics does on a Saturday night. — Aaron Sorkin

I was there [in school] the full time with one teacher, and the student body was never more than 10 or 12 students of all ages. — Paul Smith

Perhaps our behavior becomes more understandable, however, when we remember that just like self-aggrandizement, self-criticism is a type of safety behavior designed to ensure acceptance within the larger social group. Even though the alpha dog gets to eat first, the dog that shows his belly when snarled at still gets his share. He's given a safe place in the pack even if it's at the bottom of the pecking order. Self-criticism serves as a submissive behavior because it allows us to abase ourselves before imaginary others who pronounce judgment over us - then reward our submission with a few crumbs from the table. When we are forced to admit our failings, we can appease our mental judges by acquiescing to their negative opinions of us. — Kristin Neff

Man is asked to make of himself what he is supposed to become to fulfill his destiny. — Paul Tillich

Write what you need to write, not what is currently popular or what you think will sell. — P.D. James

this 97% [of climate scientists accepting human-caused global warming], that doesn't mean anything. — James Inhofe

At the Arrivals gate, we are greeted by a small crowd, watching us with hungry eyes or eyesockets. We drop our cargo on the floor: two mostly intact men, a few meaty legs, and a dismembered torso, all still warm. Call it leftovers. Call it takeout. Our fellow Dead fall on them and feast right there on the floor like animals. The life remaining in those cells will keep them from full-dying, but the Dead who don't hunt will never quite be satisfied. Like men at sea deprived of fresh fruit, they will wither in their deficiencies, weak and perpetually empty, because the new hunger is a lonely monster. It grudgingly accepts the brown meat and lukewarm blood, but what it craves is closeness, that grim sense of connection that courses between their eyes and ours in those final moments, like some dark negative of love. — Isaac Marion

She does look beautiful, though, doesn't she?'
'The stuff of love songs,' Cam said. — Lauren Kate

Your duty is not to fear the storm, but to swim to the shore. — Matshona Dhliwayo