Teros Advisors Quotes & Sayings

All sorts of men don't make it home for the births of their children. But My mother was out of town on the day I was born, so she missed it, just seems ... seems like a more profound complaint, somehow. — Lois McMaster Bujold

I was embarrased, horrified and absolutely ready to jump him! — Charlaine Harris

I've always considered myself a failure: I feel I've never done anything wholly right. [ ... ] Everybody will tell you, "Oh no, how can you say that, because ten thousand people clap you on a night?" But part of that is reflex action and part of it is because you're reasonably good. But if you're great, that's a different thing. — Ronnie Drew

I Have No Choice, Addie. — Anita Diamant

'America's Next Top Model' is not a bunch of Barbies - it's a lot of girls that are atypically beautiful. — Tyra Banks

The word 'comfort' comes from the Latin words for 'with' and 'strength' and originally meant operating from a position of power. — Joseph Chilton Pearce

A dog will recognize his master in whatever way he dresses. The master may dress in robes, suit and tie, or stand naked, but the dog will always recognize his master. If we cannot recognize God, our beloved master, when he comes in a different dress from another religion, then we are less than that dog. — Radhanath Swami

I'd love to associate with a humankind that doesn't need religion to control it. A community which instead educates its young with a strong moral guidance. I'm trusting that you can live within an acceptable moral framework without having to believe that you'll go to hell if you don't — Robert Breeze

The U.S. has a law on the books called the debt limit, but the name is misleading. The debt limit started in 1917 for the purpose of facilitating more national debt, not reducing it. It still serves that purpose. It's unconnected to spending, hurts our credit rating and has been an abject failure at limiting debt. — David Malpass

Spira, spera.

(breathe, hope) — Victor Hugo

Oh freddled gruntbuggly,
Thy micturitions are to me,
As plurdled gabbleblotchits,
On a lurgid bee,
That mordiously hath blurted out,
Its earted jurtles,
Into a rancid festering confectious organ squealer. [drowned out by moaning and screaming]
Now the jurpling slayjid agrocrustles,
Are slurping hagrilly up the axlegrurts,
And living glupules frart and slipulate,
Like jowling meated liverslime,
Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turling dromes,
And hooptiously drangle me,
With crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or else I shall rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon,
See if I don't. — Douglas Adams