Short Labor Union Quotes & Sayings

The fear of old age is something that one feels when they're younger. Once you get to being old, you're already there, so you don't even think about it anymore. — Paolo Sorrentino

I thought I would try to be gay for a while, but I'm just more sexually attracted to women. But I'm really glad that I found a few gay friends, because it totally saved me from becoming a monk or something. — Kurt Cobain

No man ever was glorious, who was not laborious. — Benjamin Franklin

the locale. Their faces were pulled tight, more like masks than faces, really. They moved slowly, — Larry Weiner

Just pick whatever you think is suitable — Anonymous

Our struggle is
isn't it?
to achieve and retain faith on a lower level. To believe that there is a Listener at all. For as the situation grows more and more desperate, the grisly fears intrude. Are we only talking to ourselves in an empty universe? The silence is often so emphatic. And we have prayed so much already — C.S. Lewis

But [Patrick's] character is partly based on a boy named Mark who lived across the street from me when I was growing up ... I liked hanging out with him and was sad when he moved away after only a year in the neighborhood. I guess writing about Patrick is a way for me to spend more time with Mark. — Linda Sue Park

My eyes are constantly wide open to the extraordinary fact of existence. Not just human existence, but the existence of life and how this breathtakingly powerful process, which is natural selection, has managed to take the very simple facts of physics and chemistry and build them up to redwood trees and humans. — Richard Dawkins

He'd returned to this world with his mind wiped clean. The proverbial blank slate. — Haruki Murakami

That happy ending business - it's all a bit contrived. I don't ever believe it.
How unromantic. It wasn't true either. The truth was, Elle wanted to believe in happy ever after, more than anything. But to admit it would be to discount what she knew to be the real facts of life. So she didn't know how to admit that she longed, secretly, to have her perspective changed, by something or someone, she didn't know which. — Harriet Evans