Strategic Insight Global Quotes & Sayings

I used to play basketball and I was pretty competitive, but I was never a bad loser. I never got angry. For me it was always about doing my best and devoting myself to a challenge. — Benicio Del Toro

People use each other as markers for what's real, so you can't be alone anymore. Solitude draws suspicions.

pg. 163 — S.K. Kalsi

I'm done being the damsel in distress. I don't need anyone to save me. — C.J. Roberts

Entertainment is about the way things should be. Art is about the way they are. — Roger Ebert

We cannot impress our children with the fame of God's name if we are not impressed with him ourselves. If — Tedd Tripp

I have no spur
To prick the sides of my intent, but only
Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself
And falls on the other. — William Shakespeare

I'm a writer-director-actor, which I've always kind of enjoyed. I compared it to the Olympic biathlon. "Not only can he cross-country ski, but he's a terrific marksman as well." I want people to say, "You mean that writer performed a tracheotomy?" That's right, I do everything. — Harold Ramis

I looked up and our eyes locked. I could see the longing in his eyes. I had never kissed a boy before, and I had never wanted to as much as I did right now. — Taryn Plendl

To imply that religious believers have no right to engage moral questions in the public square or at the ballot is simply to establish a Reichian secularism as our state faith. — Maggie Gallagher

All life is death. You don't fool yourself about this anymore. You slash at the perfect canvas with strokes of paint and replace the perfect picture of your imagination with the reality of what you are capable of. From death, and sorrow, and compromise, you create. This is what it means, you finally realize, to be alive. ("The Chambered Fruit") — M. Rickert

It was the tyrannical, slightly stupid thing you say after you've made love. — Roberto Bolano

Her skin is cold, and clammy; her eyes are the color of sky, on the grey, wet days that leach the world of color and meaning; her voice is little more than a whisper; and while she has no odor, her shadow smells mucky, and pungent, like the skin of a snake. Many years gone, a sect in what is now Afghanistan declared her a goddess, and proclaimed all empty rooms her sacred places. The sect, whose members called themselves The Unforgiven, persisted for two years, until its last adherent finally killed himself, having survived the other members by almost seven months. Despair says little, and is patient. — Neil Gaiman

Our elections are free-it's in the results where eventually we pay. — Bill Stern

Let the earth and the sea each have its own. — Joseph Conrad

Death where is thy sting? Love, where is thy glory? — William Shakespeare