Evalyn Mclean Quotes

#1. The journey toward the heart is always a journey home.

Jennifer James

#2. If anything is leaking, I try to plug the hole.

Judd Apatow

#3. The problem is not liberal politicians, its evangelical preachers.

Paul Washer

#4. The correction of silence is what kills; when you know you have transgressed, and your friend says nothing, and avoids your eye.

Robert Louis Stevenson

#5. If man had created man, he would be ashamed of his performance.

Mark Twain

#6. Confidence, to my way of thinking, generally is all the magic needed to work miracles.

Evalyn Walsh McLean

#7. It seems to me that even the least of the human race is touched with genius when mad with love.

Evalyn Walsh McLean

#8. If I had to narrow my choice of meats down to one for the rest of my life, I am quite certain that meat would be pork.

James Beard

#9. Regrets. Sure you think about regrets, but it's not regret for the things you've done that occupy you, as much as it is a longing for the things you'll never have a chance to do.

Lori Lansens

#10. It does not matter how other people treat you. That is their lookout. The only real thing is how you treat them. Give love out, but do not worry and expect any in return, and you will be happy and contented.

Evalyn Walsh McLean

#11. Power is a test - the test - of character.

Evalyn Walsh McLean

#12. We know how rough the road will be, how heavy here the load will be, we know about the barricades that wait along the track, but we have set our soul ahead upon a certain goal ahead and nothing left from hell to sky shall ever turn us back.

Vince Lombardi

#13. I wish there had been a music business 101 course I could have taken.

Kurt Cobain

#14. The one continuing problem in my life has always had the shape of just one question: What amusing thing can I do next?

Evalyn Walsh McLean

#15. A lady could do, so I was told, just about nothing that she might want to do except attend all parties.

Evalyn Walsh McLean

#16. His whispered word seemed to hang in the air: "Timshel!" His eyes closed and he slept.

John Steinbeck