Quotes About People

I came to see, in my time at IBM, that culture isn't just one aspect of the game—it is the game. In the end, an organization is nothing more than the collective capacity of its people to create value.

Pasture, stone wall, and steeple, What most perturbs the mind: The heart-rending homely people, Or the horrible beautiful kind?

Open your heart and let your talents flow out of you. Bless the establishment, all of the people you work with, and the people you work for, and each and every customer with love, and all will go well.

Houses are like people, Agent Lemieux. They have secrets. I'll tell you something I've learned.' Armand Gamache dropped his voice so that Agent Lemieux had to strain to hear. 'Do you know what makes us sick, Agent Lemieux?' Lemieux shook his head. Then out of the darkness and stillness he heard the answer. 'It's our secrets that make us sick.

Nature, she knew, abhorred a vacuum, and these people, faced with an information vacuum, had filled it with their fears.

It was funny how obsessed people believed others equally obsessed, or even interested.

He inhaled deeply and exhaled the word "people." Not so much an indictment as in wonderment. That there could be so much deliberate cruelty and so much kindness in one species.

I'm saying people change." She held up her hands to ward off Clara's protests. "I know, it's easy to say. And it doesn't undo the damage. But we've seen changes of heart. Changes of perception. It happens. Racists, homophobes, misogynists, they can change. And some do." "Truth and reconciliation," said Clara. "Yes. The truth must come first. And then, maybe, reconciliation. Maybe.

It would be natural for some to feel that pressure and choose speed over quality. And try to hide it when something goes wrong. Not because they're bad people, but because they're people. That way lies tragedy.

Time, it covered over everything eventually. Events, people, memory. Chiniquy had disappeared beneath Time.

But they [Armand Gamache and Isabelle Lacoste], better than most, knew that no place was really safe from physical harm. Anything could happen to anyone, at any moment. What made a place safe were the people. The caring. The kindness. The helping. Sometimes the mourning. And often the forgiveness.

These are dangerous times and dangerous people. We need all the help we can get.

She seemed tired, but also calm. "It's good to be reminded now and then that such things exist." "What things?" "Beauty. Peace." She held his eyes. "Goodness. But they're fragile and can so easily disappear, unless people are willing to do what's necessary to defend them.

El tiempo, pensó Gamache al salir a la oscuridad, lo cubría todo tarde o temprano. Acontecimientos, personas, recuerdos.

If the first victim of war was the truth, some of the first victims of a murder investigation were people's lies.

Shadows were distancing themselves from the trees, the statues, the people. Elongating.

I think many people love their problems. Gives them all sorts of excuses

Anything could happen to anyone, at any moment. What made a place safe were the people. The caring. The kindness. The helping. Sometimes the mourning. And often the forgiveness.

He's a saint." Beauvoir laughed, but seeing Gamache's serious face he stopped. "What do you mean?" "There're some people who believe that." "Seemed like an asshole to me." "The hardest part of the process. Telling them apart.

She sounds like an emotional vampire," said Myrna, at last. "A what?" "I ran into quite a few in my practice. People who sucked others dry. We all know them. We're in their company and come away drained, for no apparent reason.

He respected Gamache more than any other human being, but saw his flaw, perhaps a fatal flaw, as a desire to help people, instead of just firing them.

The room erupted into laughter. Indeed, people laughed all the way through. When Brian told them about being in the psych ward and having his doctor ask how much he drank, and he told him a beer a day, the place went hysterical with laughter. Gamache and Beauvoir exchanged looks. Even the president was amused.

Through my curtains I can see a big yellow moon. I'm thinking of all the people in the world who will be looking at that same moon. I wonder how many of them haven't got any eyebrows?

Bob has made fire torches to light people's way through the woods to the bonfire. Jo said, "I helped him make them, so I think if we call the fire brigade nice and early, perhaps about five forty-five, there's a good chance that some of the forest can be saved.