Ricaurte Associates Quotes

#1. When you die, your soul crosses the Dusk between life and the Blank Sea. The journey takes forty-nine days,

David Mitchell

#2. Pain can either thrust me into the arms of Jesus or make me turn my back on Him. Either way, it's a choice.

Mary E. DeMuth

#3. Remember, the easy road often becomes hard, and the hard road often becomes easy.

Robert T. Kiyosaki

#4. With reporting, if you work hard, you can usually pull something out. But writing humor doesn't respond to working hard, necessarily. I mean, you could just sit there and look at the page all day and maybe something will come.

Ian Frazier

#5. She decided she wanted a cool, starchy independent life, with ruffles of humor like window curtains.

Mary McCarthy

#6. Writing does for me what you got in that glass does for you. If I can write about it, I can understand it. And I can put it in the ground. That's all I want to do.

Michael Connelly

#7. My best advice for mental training is simply to create good habits, in order to build a sense of security and calm around you.

Alexander Gustafsson

#8. We didn't raise our daughter, we merely loved her.

Sergei Dovlatov

#9. Of the nineteen hijackers that day, fifteen were Saudi.

Patrick Cockburn

#10. I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and I wanted to be always alone.

Jean Rhys

#11. I'm not a highly outgoing person. I'm pretty guarded when you first meet me. But being in a Speedo for my entire life growing up, because I was a swimmer, and being naked in front of people now, doesn't really bother me.

Anders Holm

#12. The most immutable barrier in nature is between one man's thoughts and another's.

William James

#13. Ask yourselves this question: How often is Jesus inside and knocking at the door to be let out, to come out? And we do not let him out because of our own need for security, because so often we are locked into ephemeral structures that serve solely to make us slaves and not free children of God.

Pope Francis

#14. But some nights, I must tell you,
I go down there after everyone has fallen asleep.
I swim back and forth in the echoing blackness.
I sing a love song as well as I can,
lost for a while in the home of the rain.

Billy Collins