Voicemails Forever Quotes & Sayings

He had all sorts of rules he'd constructed for himself over the decades, based on lessons someone must have taught him
what he wasn't entitled to; what he mustn't enjoy; what he mustn't hope or wish for; what he mustn't covet
and it took some years to figure out what these rules were, and longer still to figure out how to try to convince him of their falsehood. But this was very difficult: they were rules by which he had survived his life, they were rules that made the world explicable to him. — Hanya Yanagihara

I don't think there is a fictional character who resembles me because fictional characters are not real! — Ruth Rendell

I'm a big crier in general. The right life insurance commercial will take me out for a couple of days. — Ike Barinholtz

The old age of women is bearable only on condition that they do not take up any room, do not make any noise, do not demand any service; on condition that they render all the service that is expected of them, and actually have no existence except for the good of others. — Suzanne Curchod

At the end the day because I believe so strongly in leadership, what I look for first, what I try to assess, is integrity. — Kenneth Chenault

We diversify in two ways. First, we probably trade more markets worldwide than any other money manager. Second, we don't just use a single best system. To provide balance, we use lots of different systems ranging from short to long term. Some of these systems may not be that good by themselves, but we really don't care; that is not what they are there for. — Larry Hite

I wanted to give men an accessible line of clothing that's comfortable yet stylish and will help them to present the best version of themselves. It's easy - when you look good, you feel good. — Cam Newton

God measures people by the small dimensions of humility and not by the bigness of their achievements or the size of their capabilities. — Billy Graham

Entering the casino one is beset at every side by invitation - invitations such that it would take a man of stone, heartless, mindless, and curiously devoid of avarice, to decline them. Listen: a machine gun rattle of silver coins as they tumble and spurt down into a slot machine tray and overflow onto monogrammed carpets is replaced by the siren clangor of the slots, the jangling, blippeting chorus swallowed by the huge room, muted to a comforting background chatter by the time one reaches the card tables, the distant sounds only loud enough to keep the adrenaline flowing through the gamblers' veins. — Neil Gaiman