Quotes About Priorities

Their mother had that look of controlled impatience she used to get when her children fought and she didn't have time to properly lose her temper because she had things to do.

No one warned you that having children reduced you right down to some smaller, rudimentary, primitive version of yourself, where your talents and your education and your achievements meant nothing.

It didn't take Celeste long to realize that this was going to be the sort of book club where the book was secondary to the proceedings. She felt a mild disappointment. She'd been looking forward to talking about the book. She'd even, embarrassingly, prepared for book club, like a good little lawyer, marking up a few pages with Post-it notes and writing a few pithy comments in the margins.

If the counselor ever wrote a book about her experience as a marriage counselor she would probably mention it: I once had a patient who treated his car more tenderly than he treated his wife. (No need to mention the car was a Lamborghini, otherwise all the male readers would say, "Oh, well, then.")

You weren't meant to admit, even to yourself, how badly you wanted love. The man was meant to be the icing, not the cake.

She had always had a slight mistrust of busy people; the sort of people who described themselves as 'Flat-out Frantic!' What was the hurry? Why didn't they just slow down? Just what exactly were they so busy doing?

You think the world begins and ends with you and your perfect little family and your perfect little life and you think stress is finding the perfectly color-coordinated cushions for your new $10,000 sofa.

For Pete's sake, the girl went back to work three months after Jacob was born. It wasn't like having a baby would be that big an inconvenience for her.

He would die for his daughter. But sometimes he wouldn't pick up the phone for her.

Ah, yes, money. They say it doesn't buy happiness, but I don't know about that.

When will it all be over? When will she have time to think and feel again? Presumably not till the baby is a teenager and can safely fend for himself. Although, of course, teenagers need to be taught to drive and say no to drugs and wear condoms.

While most of us find it incredibly difficult to juggle career and family, some women seem to have hit up upon that elusive magical formula.

Well, anyway, she certainly was not worried that John-Paul was having an affair. Definitely not. It wasn't a possibility. Not even a remote possibility. He wouldn't have time for an affair! When would he fit it in? He did travel a bit. He could fit in an affair then.

No one warned you that having children reduced you right down to some smaller, rudimentary, primitive version of yourself, where your talents

Money, money, money is my intuition money over bitches such an easy decision.

I want to make sure my family's straight.

Meine Wurst!" Better your sausage than your life, man!

I have a pact with myself not to think about money in the morning. I'm like a teenager trying more to think about sex.

Thing about boats is, you can always sell them if you don't like them. Can't sell kids.

Confucius said, "When young, beware of fighting; when strong, beware of sex; and when old, beware of possession," which simply means that a boy loves fighting, a young man loves women, and an old man loves money.

If I had children, I would be very selfish. I wouldn't be out doing things. But by not having kids, it makes me freer to travel the world and talk about things I feel are important.

They hung, like mirages, shimmering in the future, and the closer you got to them the more you expected them to disappear. When his mother had gone over to work in the States for the first time and his father was supposed to have been making a special effort, Mr. Schock had still managed to turn up at Sports Day after Peter's big race. There was always another meeting, another client, another urgent matter demanding his attention.

I think I'm going to spend some time learning how to be a first-time mom, and then I'll go back to work.

Who looks back with pride at the end of the year (or at the end of their lives) on how much TV they watched, or how many Facebook posts they commented on? Most likely, every moment in your life you remember with fondness and pride took effort…and effort often means stress.