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Smild Quotes By Al Ries

If you want to build a brand, you must focus your branding efforts on owning a word in the prospect's mind. A word that nobody else owns. — Al Ries

Smild Quotes By George W. Bush

History will prove me right. This is an exercise in folly. — George W. Bush

Smild Quotes By Frederick Lenz

If you are serious about sports and athletics then you need to begin the discipline of mind. With the power of mind, almost anything can be accomplished. — Frederick Lenz

Smild Quotes By David Antin

An art machine is a system
whose parts when put in motion
act upon each other in such a way
as to cause you to see things differently — David Antin

Smild Quotes By Christopher Moore

Given the choice between grabbing a strange tongue and watching a monster poop into a giant snail shell, the face retreats and slams the door behind it — Christopher Moore

Smild Quotes By William Blake

The Smile -
There is a Smile of Love
And there is a Smile of Deceit
And there is a Smile of Smiles
In which these two Smiles meet
And there is a Frown of Hate
And there is a Frown of disdain
And there is a Frown of Frowns
Which you strive to forget in vain
For it sticks in the Hearts deep Core
And it sticks in the deep Back bone
And no Smile that ever was smild
But only one Smile alone
That betwixt the Cradle & Grave
It only once Smild can be
But when it once is Smild
Theres an end to all Misery. — William Blake

Smild Quotes By Philip Rivers

What I can control and all I know as of today, I am signed up for one more year ... I guess things could change, but with all the uncertainty in many aspects, I don't see (his decision not to sign an extension) changing before camp gets here, and when camp gets here I'm even more certain to play it out. — Philip Rivers

Smild Quotes By Lorrie Moore

1976. The Bicentennial. In the laundromat, you want for the time on your coins to run out. Through the porthole of the dryer, you watch your bedeviled towels and sheets leap and fall. The radio station piped in from the ceiling plays slow, sad Motown; it encircles you with the desperate hopefulness of a boy at a dance, and it makes you cry. When you get back to your apartment, dump everything on your bed. Your mother is knitting crookedly: red, white, and blue. Kiss her hello. Say: "Sure was warm in the place." She will seem not to hear you. — Lorrie Moore