Monday Realtor Quotes

#1. Happiness, laughter and joy abound, when friends, family, and lovers are around.

Amy Davis

#2. I think at the age of 50, everyone should write their own autobiography.

Richard Simmons

#3. We are given these niches, small worlds of our own populated by only a handful, where we feel understood. Our bubble worlds bump into innumerable others daily, but there is so little cause to allow their integrity to be breached.

Thomm Quackenbush

#4. There comes a point at which you stop giving things up. That is what i won't give up. None of it will i give up, for my beautiful sister Ivy who lies in bed. Ivy who used to be alive. Ivy who used to be. Ivy who used. Ivy who.
Ivy-who-is-not-me.
Not me. Not me. Not me.

Alison McGhee

#5. Baby, don't build a monument for me of your sadness. You wouldn't have wasted your tears when I was alive. Why make an ocean of them now when it's over? The future you dreamed is a dream. Dream something else.

Stephanie Roberts

#6. I didn't do it. It wasn't me.

Georgia Fox

#7. Still, he'd kept up his membership in the Gun Club. Had taken the girls hunting every chance he could. And still went everywhere with Odysseus - having retired Penelope the day they were married, for Georgie was now closest to his heart.

Deeanne Gist

#8. A great novelist must open the reader's heart, allow the reader to remember the vastness and glory
and shame and shabbiness
of what it is to be human.

Carolyn See

#9. All his [Laurent's] great powerful body wanted was to do nothing, to wallow in never-ending idleness and self-indulgence. He would have liked to eat well, sleep well, satisfy his passions liberally, without stirring from one spot or risking the misfortune of a bit of fatigue.

Emile Zola

#10. Mondays are the start of the work week which offer new beginnings 52 times a year!

David Dweck

#11. The sleepy like to make excuses.

Benedict Of Nursia

#12. In Egypt, a civil state means a modern nationalist state that is compatible with Islamist provisions.

Ali Gomaa

#13. I prefer to not say anything, she wrote, there's no point adding to the pain, or adding our own little mysteries to it. As if the pain itself were not enough of a mystery, as if the pain were not the (mysterious) answer to all mysteries.

Roberto Bolano