Quotes About Balance

It seems the more of a parent you are, the less you are of anything else.

Right now everything is exactly as it should be.

My dear Mrs. Grimstone, sometimes cowardice is merely another word for common sense.

Its nice to know that your common sense stands between me and the grave.

If you want to be loved, don't take on responsibility.

If you want to be loved, don't take on responsibility.

A culture that does not teach prayer soon runs mad with desire.

Total consistency is an appalling virtue.

One of the things Key West teaches is that disappointment and contentment can go together more easily than you would probably imagine.

When a marriage works, it is in no small part because a woman and a man have come to recognize in precise measure when enough has been said.

and wondered how much power and how much wisdom it would take to do right by more than one person at a time. A

que la naturaleza no era ni muy pródiga ni muy tacaña a la hora de conceder los dones del genio y de la inteligencia a sus habitantes;—sino que, como un progenitor juicioso, era moderadamente benigna con todos ellos;

Life is never smooth to the great-granddaughter of tin peddlers who were kicked out of Russia,' said Misty. 'It's no accident that all my family is in one embattled profession or another. We're just waiting for the Cossacks to come back. When the Cossacks come to Connecticut, you'll understand.' Meanwhile, it was hard to feel much gloom at all, although to keep her balance, Misty clung to it wherever she found it.

I swallowed the fear. It's always there– fear– and if you don't stay on top of it, you'll drown. I swallowed again and stood tall, shoulders broad, arms loose. I was balanced, ready to move. My body said, "Yeah, you're bigger and stronger, but if you touch this, I will hurt you.

The laws of the universe dictate that for every positive action, there is an unequal and sucky reaction.

I don't say anything and I feel awful. I tell somebody and I feel worse. I'm having trouble finding a middle ground.

My good sense bitch-slapped my estrogen and told her to get a grip.

Neither one of them has toilet paper stuck to her boots. Where is the justice?

I wake up on time for four days in a row, get on the bus four days in a row, ride home after school. I want to scream. I think I'll need to take a day off every once in a while.

Things in my environment had gotten a little bit out of my control, as things sometimes do. I mean, we can't control every little facet of our world all of the time...

I could never, I knew then, lose myself in love. Margery had accused me of coldness, and she was right, but she was also wrong: For me, for always, the paramount organ of passion was the mind. Unnatural, unbalanced, perhaps, but it was true: Without intellect, there could be no love.

A quick mind is worthless unless you can control the emotions with it as well.

Moments of pure relaxation were rare for me. There was always the nagging of books unread, work undone, time a-wasting.

Life, I'd heard someone say, is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel. It seemed to me that it was both at once, even for those of us who don't do much of either.