Vendera Homes Quotes & Sayings

The aim of language ... is to communicate ... to impart to others the results one has obtained ... As I talk, I reveal the situation ... I reveal it to myself and to others in order to change it. — Jean-Paul Sartre

Your spirit is mingled with mine what touches you, touches me. — Rumi

It's an honor to paint cats. — Oliver Johnson

She'd missed seeing me like this, I knew. She's missed seeing me obsessed and hungry to claim, seeing me overcome and wild. — Christina Lauren

If you truly have compassion in your heart, show it by keeping your doubts to yourself and sharing your hope with those who love change! — Israelmore Ayivor

Constant, gentle pressure is my preferred technique for leadership, guidance, and coaching. — Danny Meyer

Homophobia is the ignorant and arrogant assumption that copulation and reproduction is all there is to a relationship. — Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Bob Iger, Disney's chief operating officer, had to step in and do damage control. He was as sensible and solid as those around him were volatile. His background was in television; he had been president of the ABC network, which was acquired in 1996 by Disney. His reputation was as an corporate suit, and he excelled at deft management, but he also had a sharp eye for talent, a good-humored ability to understand people, and a quiet flair that he was secure enough to keep muted. Unlike Eisner and Jobs, he had a disciplined calm, which helped him deal with large egos. " Steve did some grandstanding by announcing that he was ending talks with us," Iger later recalled. " We went into crisis mode and I developed some talking points to settle things down. — Walter Isaacson

I wrote what I felt I had to write, and I'm willing to put my own sanity and my reputation behind it. — Gloria Naylor

Our lifelines will meet only when the aether sees fit. That may not be often. It can never to always. — Samantha Shannon

Thus he spent his whole life searching for his own truth, but it remained hidden to him because he had learned at a very young age to hate himself for what his mother had done to him. ( ... ) But not once did he allow himself to direct his endless, justified rage at the true culprit, the woman who had kept him locked up in her prison for as long as she could. All his life he attempted to free himself of that prison, with the help of drugs, travel, illusions, and above all poetry. But in all these desperate efforts to open the doors that would have led to liberation, one of them remained obstinently shut, the most important one: the door to the emotional reality of his childhood, to the feelings of the little child who was forced to grow up with a severely disturbed, malevolent woman, with no father to protect him from her. — Alice Miller