Sharon Alder Quotes & Sayings

The devoted golfer is an anguished soul who has learned a lot about putting just as an avalanche victim has learned a lot about snow. — Dan Jenkins

The pseudoscience of astrology has no place in magick. Astrology has already died twice: once with the classical gods, and a second time after the Enlightenment. The complete failure of contemporary psychology to create anything other than a vocabulary of intellectual rubbish has encouraged astrology to resurface. — Peter J. Carroll

A good discussion increases the dimensions of everyone who takes part. — Randolph Bourne

One can only be in awe of the creativity of chocolate marketers. My take is that if there is a health benefit, it is small. — Marion Nestle

As you go through life, there are thousands of little forks in the road, and there are a few really big forks-those moments of reckoning, moments of truth. — Lee Iacocca

When I first put my hat in the ring, several very tried and true and loyal Democratic activists from our community said, 'What? She's not a Democrat. She's a Republican.' I took that as a compliment, you know, that people didn't necessarily know what my ideology might be because I wasn't driven by that. — Wendy Davis

I think I will always be performing; I don't think I can take that away. Because I really just enjoy it. I like getting up to sing; I like the challenge of learning new material and singing it in front of an audience. — Lea Salonga

Pleasure and guilt are synonymous terms in the language of the monks, and they discovered, by experience, that rigid fasts, and abstemious diet, are the most effectual preservatives against the impure desires of the flesh. — Edward Gibbon

I am happy only in that I am a monster. — Angela Carter

I was between them, and as the tension sparked, I felt like a small rodent trapped between mastodons. — Phillipa Bornikova

There is a healthful hardiness about real dignity that never dreads contact and communion with others however humble. — Washington Irving

I'm thinking of writing a children's story about a leaf on a tree who arrogantly insists he's a self-made, independent leaf. Then one day a fierce wind blows him off his branch and to the ground below. As his life slowly ebbs away, he looks up at the magnificent old tree that had been his home and realizes that he had never been on his own. His entire life he had been part of something bigger and more beautiful than anything he could have imagined. In a blinding flash, he awakens from the delusion of self. Then an arrogant, self-centered kid rakes him up and bags him. — Chuck Lorre