Tristine Davis Quotes & Sayings

If you were Meyer, who would you invest your money in? Some politician named Clams Linguini? Or a nice Protestant boy from Whittier, California? — Don Fulsom

Know that death comes to everyone, and that wealth will sometimes be acquired, sometimes lost. Whatever griefs mortals suffer by divine chance, whatever destiny you have, endure it and do not complain. But it is right to improve it as much as you can, and remember this: Fate does not give very many of these griefs to good people. — Pythagoras

Surround yourself with those who won't compete but will revel in you your success and see your ascent as a reflection of their own possibilities. — Ifeanyi Enoch Onuoha

Climate change: Don't undermine the science just because you don't like the economics — Brian Cox

...use design as a secret disguise to infiltrate whatever world you want to go into. If you do that over and over again, and then translate that interest and curiosity into the work that you're doing, you'll do great. — Michael Bierut

Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy
one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure, but turn out to have been the pleasure itself. — F Scott Fitzgerald

Perseverance is is not a long race; it is many short races one after another. — Walter Elliott

Until you have become really, in actual fact, as brother to everyone, brotherhood will not come to pass. — Fyodor Dostoevsky

The possibility that hope comes out of hopelessness and that the opposite of things carry the seeds of birth - love out of hate, good out of evil. Didn't flowers grow out of dirt? — Robert Cormier

Most people would rather give than get affection. — Aristotle.

Helen, thy beauty is to me — Edgar Allan Poe

Kane crossed the room and hunkered down next to me. He placed his elbow on the arm of the sofa behind me and gently scratched my back which his fingers. "Why don't you come to bed?"

His voice was low and inviting.

"Maybe because she has company, i.e. me, you dirty bastard." Keela flared. "Stop seducin' her when I'm sittin' right next to your nasty arse."

I beamed at Keela, and Kane smiled at me. He used his free hand to swipe away the already forgotten tears on my cheeks. "There's my babydoll."

Keela giggled. "That's adorable, but you're still nasty."

I flicked my eyes in her direction and playfully narrowed them. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all," she acknowledged. "You do your thing."

Kane nudged me and gave me a wink. "You shouldn't have ever fed her, she'll never leave now."

Keela gasped in mock horror. "I'm not a dog. How dare you! — L.A. Casey

Religion is only another word for the right use of a man's whole self, instead of a wrong use of himself. — Henry Ward Beecher