#erin

Read through the most famous quotes by topic #erin




Color is the overpowering of black; white – the final victory over black.


Dejan Stojanovic


#color #dejan-stojanovic #final #final-vctory #literature

I love you. I will love you till the stars crumble, which is a less idle threat than is usual to lovers on parting.


Robin McKinley


#humor #love #luthe #humor

He was not going to be dragged into other people´s business. He was going to plunge in headfirst.


Kate Ross


#business

Tomorrow's leaders will not lead dictating from the front, nor pushing from the back. They will lead from the centre - from the heart


Rasheed Ogunlaru


#empowering-others #evolved-consciousness #leaders #leadership #leadership-styles

Busy with the ugliness of the expensive success We forget the easiness of free beauty Lying sad right around the corner, Only an instant removed, Unnoticed and squandered.


Dejan Stojanovic


#busy #corner #dejan-stojanovic #expensive #free

Chaos is the enemy of any organization the strives to be outstanding.


Karen Martin


#continuous-improvement #kaizen #lean #process-design #process-improvement

If you have the courage to love, then you should have the courage to suffer, too.


E.H. Majaw


#love #suffering #courage

The natural way of life is perfect as it, seeds die so flowers can bloom, and in time they give themselves back to the earth.


Martin Suarez


#departing #gone #life #life-lessons #suffering-clinging

Here was my lesson in the reach of veterinary medicine, in how an animal doctor may not be the one standing up when disaster strikes and someone shouts, 'Is there a doctor in the house?' but occasionally, if he or she is lucky, a vet can help heal a sick loved one.


Nick Trout


#love

I remembered during puberty, through the anorexic mists of intermittent menstrual cycles, that man, my father, lifting Shirley's nightdress over her head and asking her in his mocking way to choose what colour condom she wanted. 'Red or yellow?' Which did she choose? I can't remember. Perhaps she alternated. Perhaps there were other colours. It didn't happen once. It happened again and again. I had no power to stop it. That man, my father, had some control over me. I was drugged by the black silence in that big house, the vile whiff of aftershave, the crushing torment of inevitability. My father fucked Shirley using red or yellow condoms and it was those condoms that brought it all to an end. It was my last realization of the day; any more would have been too much to contemplate. That time when my mother had found used condoms in bedroom, he had admitted, after a pointless burst my father's of denial, that he had been going to prostitutes. That was no doubt true but I can't imagine clients take used condoms away with them; prostitutes would surely get rid of the things. No. My father kept those used condoms as a prize. He was fucking his fourteen-year-old-daughter. He was proud of it. Rebecca welled up with tears. Poor thing, she kept saying. Poor thing.


Alice Jamieson


#child-abuse #child-rape #child-sexual-abuse #condoms #dissociation