Ulanova Galina Quotes & Sayings

Do you love me?"
There was an awkward silence for a moment. Then Father gave a little chuckle. "Jonas. You, of all people. Precision of language, please!"
"What do you mean?" Jonas asked. Amusement was not at all what he had anticipated.
"Your father means that you used a very generalized word, so meaningless that it's become almost obsolete," his mother explained carefully.
Jonas stared at them. Meaningless? He had never before felt anything as meaningful as the memory.
"And of course our community can't function smoothly if people don't use precise language. You could ask, 'Do you enjoy me?' The answer is 'Yes,'" his mother said.
"Or," his father suggested, "'Do you take pride in my accomplishments?' And the answer is wholeheartedly 'Yes.'"
"Do you understand why it's inappropriate to use a word like 'love'?" Mother asked.
Jonas nodded. "Yes, thank you, I do," he replied slowly.
It was his first lie to his parents. — Lois Lowry

His life before the triumph that defined his legacy was a reminder of the importance of patience, courage, and the absence of self-pity. — Tom Brokaw

It is only perfection in the foundations that can lead to mastery of the whole ... 'Talent is Work' — Galina Ulanova

Whenever we dig down into the achievements of a creative artist, we invariably trace them to the beginning of all beginnings: labour. — Galina Ulanova

Instead of buying six things, buy one thing that you really like. Don't keep buying just for the sake of it. — Vivienne Westwood

Five years ago, Chanel was known in her hood as, "Loud Mouth Coco. — Nako

Before World War II, I was living a very cloistered existence, as most cartoonists do. The work I was pouring out did not come from any real, personal life experience; this was all the residue of the accumulation of Rafael Sabatini, O. Henry, all the short-story writers that I'd been reading. — Will Eisner

You get one chance.

You get to do this and that and you don't even know when it goes from swirling forward and around and around in circles to just a plain cold stop and nothing more. Can you believe it? All this time I've spent weighing this and weighing that, worrying about this and worrying about that, living back then and living forward, caring about so-and-so, too, but never living here, here, this moment here. Never even acknowledging that this moment even exists, and it hits me like a live volt through the chest. — Andrea Portes