Tomra Stock Quotes & Sayings

He said I was learning to talk about my life more objectively so that it felt like a part of my life and not a part of myself. — Heather Sellers

I believe that the time to start thinking about your legacy is not at the end but at the beginning, because as I said, that's when you're able to do something about it. — Mike Matheny

And agreement only comes a little later, with the forgetting. — Samuel Beckett

We've entered dangerous territory. You can't kiss someone with so much emotion if you're preparing to walk away. Alarms ring through my head, too loud and too obvious to be ignored. There are way too many complex emotions being passed between us. I already know he's going to shatter my heart. — Jennifer Ann

I am still an Indonesian citizen. — Sri Mulyani Indrawati

Rejection reveals your character. — Robert G. Allen

Genius does what it must, and Talent does what it can. — Edward Robert Bulwer-Lytton

Remember, you are constantly in the act of creating yourself. You are in every moment deciding who and what you are. You decide this largely through the choices you make regarding who and what you feel passionate about. — Neale Donald Walsch

This crippling of individuals I consider the worst evil of capitalism. Our whole educational system suffers from this evil. An exaggerated competitive attitude is inculcated into the student, who is trained to worship acquisitive success as a preparation for his future. — Albert Einstein

Life was too short, the weather too fine, and the world too full of interesting and exciting pitfalls. — Douglas Adams

I am 84 years old and have not retired because I feel I have something to contribute. — Frank Lowy

I chose my house because I loved the fact that there was a really busy road with lots of things to stare at. — Kate Williams

At that instant, Eragon's back ruptured in an explosion of agony so intense he experienced it with all five senses: as a deafening waterfall of sound; a metallic taste that coated his tongue; an acrid eye-watering stench in his nostrils, redolent of vinegar; pulsing colors, and above all the feeling that Durza had just laid open his back. — Christopher Paolini