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“No matter who you were in sixteenth-century Europe, you could be sure of two things: you would be lucky to reach fifty years of age, and you could expect a life of discomfort and pain. Old age tires the body by thirty-five, Erasmus lamented, but half the population did not live beyond the age of twenty. There were doctors and there was medicine, but there does not seem to have been a great deal of healing. Anyone who could afford to seek a doctor's aid did so eagerly, but the doctor was as likely to maim or kill as to cure. His potions were usually noxious and sometimes fatal—but they could not have been as terrible and traumatic as the contemporary surgical methods. The surgeon and the Inquisitor differed only in their motivation: otherwise, their batteries of knives, saws, and tongs for slicing, piercing, burning, and amputating were barely distinguishable. Without any anesthetic other than strong liquor, an operation was as bad as the torments of hell.”

“No matter your age, a smile makes you look and feel better. People spend billions of dollars every year to get pumped, pulled, tucked, and tweaked in hopes of being more beautiful. But there is nothing like a genuine smile to transform your appearance and provide an instant facelift.”

“No matter your situation, you can make family history a part of your life right now. Primary children can draw a family tree. Youth can participate in proxy baptisms. They can also help the older generation work with computers. Parents can relate stories of their lives to their posterity. Worthy adult members can hold a temple recommend and perform temple ordinances for their own kin.”

“No matter your spiritual beliefs, if you hold any, the answer is the same: sometimes, why is not knowable. If you open the refrigerator door and a tub of Kozy Shack tapioca pudding tumbles out and splats open onto the floor, you clean it. You don’t stand there and question why it happened, how it was possible. Why doesn’t matter now.”

“No matter your title, people will not follow you if they don’t trust you. Whether you are just taking over a team or working to implement large-scale change within one, you are guaranteed to run into resistance if you haven’t taken time to establish a foundation with the people you oversee before turning their worlds upside down.”

“No me canso de afirmar que existe un universo de personas con una imposibilidad fisiológica para la calma. Yo soy una de ellas. Y es necesario nombrar a la ansiedad para que ese estribillo que cantan los “cálmate, no va a pasar nada” deje de repetirse porque es un sinsentido. Porque el hecho es que sí ocurre algo, pero ocurre dentro. Una tormenta, el pánico, la locura, un tiroteo. Un león que te persigue, un abismo que se abre, la sensación de que estás sin estar, de que la realidad, por más palpable y presente que sea, para ti es brumosa, lejana, desenfocada.”

“No me canso de repetirlo: no es él, eres tú. «Pero… ¿ahora qué hago? Él me necesita». Ay, amiga: creo que una de las cosas más venenosas del mundo es que a una mujer la eduquen para que se sienta necesitada. Todas las mujeres se merecen que las quieran. Yo te quiero. Y quiero que dejes a ese hombre. Y sé que tardarás muchísimo tiempo en dejarlo. «Tengo que irme».. Ya lo sé. ¿Hablamos mañana? Sí, hablamos mañana. Pero déjame decirte una cosa: un día dejarás de sentirte confundida, o triste, o enfadada, o asustada, y te sentirás… sencillamente cansada. Demasiado cansada para seguir tirando del carro. Se habrán agotado tus reservas de amor, ya no habrá más ideas, más razonamientos: no quedará nada, y todo esto solo te provocará hartazgo. De repente será inviable. Estarás agotada. Te será imposible seguir haciéndolo ni un minuto más. Y ese día, por fin, lo abandonarás. Y cuando llegue ese día, querida amiga, mi habitación de invitados estará esperándote.”

“No me dejes perder la maravilla de tus ojos de estatua, ni el acento que de noche me pone en la mejilla la solitaria rosa de tu aliento. Tengo miedo de ser en esta orilla tronco sin ramas, y lo que más siento es no tener la flor, pulpa o arcilla para el gusano de mi sufrimiento. Si tú eres el tesoro oculto mío, si eres mi cruz y mi dolor mojado, si soy el perro de tu señorío, no me dejes perder lo que he ganado y decora las aguas de tu río con hojas de mi otoño enajenado.”