Quotes About Balance

using the works to balance his way into the arrivals wing so he could check in.

Some adjustments you made for life because you wanted to have a life.

She sighed. "Okay. But unless something else good comes along, I'm stopping at eight!

The point was nobody was enough all the time. That was what being partners was about. One person got to spaz the fuck out, and the other person got to hold the other guy's hand, and then they switched places.

Controlla le cose che puoi, così il caos del mondo esterno non sembrerà più così schiacciante.

It's true we're all a little insane

You should be too busy watering your own grass to notice if someone else's is greener.

For I have time for nothing But the endeavour to balance myself Upon a broken world.

When you're a stay-at-home mother you have to pretend it's really boring, but it's not. It's enriching and fulfilling, and an amazing experience. And then when you're a working mother you have to pretend that you feel guilty all day long.

Accentuaute the positives - medicate the negatives.

Create multi-levels in your home. Leave half a shelf empty, so Kitty has a place to perch and claim her place.

Alongside the need to be coupled is an equally compelling need to be left utterly alone.

Life is too short to attend to other men's work. It takes all my care and attention to look after mine own.

He aims at too great perfection. He wants to know everything and do everything, and life is too short for that. He finishes nothing, because he is ever starting to do something else.

The trillions of microorganisms we harbor in our bodies, collectively known as our microbiome, outnumber human cells 10 to 1.

Gardeners are the ultimate mixologists.

It's both rebellion and conformity that attack you with success.

I say let all the earth be alive and overwhelmingly so. Let the sky be pressed to bursting with wings, beaks, pumping hearts, and driving muscles. Let it be noisy. Let it make a mess. Then let me find my allotted space. Let me feel how I bump up against every other living thing on this earth. Let me learn to spin.

The yoga mat is a good place to turn when talk therapy and antidepressants aren't enough.

I know I'm talented, but I wasn't put here to sing. I was put here to be a wife and a mom and look after my family. I love what I do, but it's not where it begins and ends.

I'm not worrying about the environment at the moment. I'm having enough trouble with my own.

This world. This human race. It isn't divided into sexes. Everybody thinks it's divided into sexes but it isn't. It's the givers and the takers. The diners and the dinners.

The middle place. Not death. Not life. A limbo state of existence filled with the hours of turning the wheels. Eating to not feel hungry. Sleeping to not feel tired. Waking to not feel asleep. The middle place that exists between breaths, in that pause, that slight breathlessness before an exhale and an inhale. Between the crest and the valley. Where the path always meanders cliffside.

Success is more a function of consistent common sense than it is of genius.