Zambello Gearbox Quotes & Sayings

People here are quite struck aback at Sunday's news of the capture of New Orleans. It took them three days to make up their minds to believe it. The division of American had become an idea so fixed that they had about shut out all the avenues to the reception of any other. — Henry Adams

Your work life is divided into two distinct areas - what matters most and everything else. You will have to take what matters to the extremes and be okay with what happens to the rest. Professional success requires it. — Gary W. Keller

I must try to practice all the virtues I would have my little girls possess, for I was their example. — Louisa May Alcott

Clemency alone makes us equal to the gods. — Claudius Claudianus

I went in, and there, in the front room, a converted bedroom, sat the first radio I had ever seen. The equipment was so bulky that it took up one entire wall of the bedroom. The set, which could send or receive signals, was tuned to KDKA in Pittsburgh, and I remember being completely flabbergasted at the thought of sounds coming from that box. — Waite Hoyt

Someone did a study of the three most-often-heard phrases in New York City. One is "Hey taxi." Two is "What train do I take to get to Bloomingdales?" And three is "Don't worry, it's only a flesh wound. — David Letterman

My self healing lies in praying for those who have harmed me. — Marianne Williamson

Rancher Bundy should've told the feds that those were Mexican cows - who came across the border illegally to seek better grazing opportunities. It was an act of love. — Todd Starnes

You are a story. do not become a word. one word. because you want to be loved. love does not ask you to be nothing for something. — Nayyirah Waheed

Meanwhile, I work the route. I don't quit, I don't complain. Each day I learn more than I earn. Things are going to get better. — Bob Thurber

Love is the very essence of life. — Gordon B. Hinckley

My father was a minister, so I was a P.K., a preacher's kid. — Dorothy Malone

The language I have learn'd these forty years, My native English, now I must forego: And now my tongue's use is to me no more Than an unstringed viol or a harp, Or like a cunning instrument cased up, Or, being open, put into his hands That knows no touch to tune the harmony: Within my mouth you have engaol'd my tongue, Doubly portcullis'd with my teeth and lips; And dull unfeeling barren ignorance Is made my gaoler to attend on me. I am too old to fawn upon a nurse, Too far in years to be a pupil now: What is thy sentence then but speechless death, Which robs my tongue from breathing native breath? — William Shakespeare

I believe, in general, that even people that are self-pitying, you can feel for them. — Mike White