Bob Sutton Quotes
As this VP discovered, being a boss is much like being a high-status primate in any group: the creatures beneath you in the pecking order watch every move you make – and so they know a lot more about you than you know about them.
Bob Sutton
Quotes to Explore
I worked on 'Lonesome Dove' three weeks all together. When I heard they were doing it, I wanted to be involved since I'd read the book.
Barry Corbin
Why should I stop working? If I do, I'll die and it'll all be finished.
Karl Lagerfeld
Just as we would have no need of the farmer's labor and toil if we were living amid the delights of paradise, so also we would not require the medical art for relief if we were immune to disease, as was the case, by God's gift, at the time of Creation before the Fall.
Saint Basil
Everybody knows the story of The Smiths. You can still go and see Morrissey.
Jack Lowden
As miserable as I was, once I started singing, I felt better.
Natalie Cole
If you calculate 15 minutes a day to shave, that is 5,000 minutes a year spent shaving.
Fidel Castro
Ironing boards are a classic example of something I find horrible about modern society: the excitementation, for want of a better word, of mundane things. Funny ironing board covers - I hate them.
Daniel Radcliffe
It's pretty rare that I see a film that I did a long, long time ago.
John Lithgow
I wanted to kill her and make her eat her fringe. And her knickers.
Louise Rennison
In moments of considerable strain, I tend to take to bread-and-butter pudding. There is something about the blandness of soggy bread, the crispness of the golden outer crust and the unadulterated pleasure of a lightly set custard that makes the world seem a better place to live.
Clement Freud
I truly believe that I make my path and I set my course, and where I land, at the end of the day, or the end of my career, [is] because of me. Of course, you get help along the way, and cosigns and management and opportunities and things like that but overall, the ball is in your court basically.
J. Cole
The sun does not shine for a few trees, and flowers, but for the wide world's joy. The lonely pine on the mountain-top waves its sombre boughs and cries, 'Thou art my sun.' And the little meadow violet lifts its cup of blue, and whispers with its perfumed breath, 'Thou art my sun.' And the grain in a thousand fields rustles in the wind, and makes answer, 'Thou art my sun.' So God sits effulgent in heaven, not for a favored few, but for the universe of life; and there is no creature so poor or so low that he may not look up with childish confidence and say, 'My Father, Thou art mine.
Henry Ward Beecher
