Sharen Nanez > Sharen's Quotes

“Dad, I need to talk to you about something that’s been bothering me for a long time. Remember when you and mom used to have fights and she would leave? I wanted her to stay and when I knew she wasn’t, I wanted to go with her. But, she would say, ‘stay with your father, you’re a boy.’ It’s a feeling of abandonment that I’ve never been able to shake. I had the same feeling when Sarah left me.”
― Behcet Kaya, Treacherous Estate

“It is in the healing of self-blame and judgement, that the self is liberated from the constraints of binding emotions...And you come to remember your true authentic self." © 2015 W.E. Slater”
― Wendy E. Slater, Into the Hearth, Poems-Volume 14

“A star becomes a sun, under the pressure of darkness.”
― M. R. Noble, Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes

“Leadership begins and ends with relationships”
― Richard Polak, Work Smart Now: How to Jump Start Productivity, Empower Employees, and Achieve More

“Lo único cierto era el peso en la boca del estómago la sospecha física de que algo no andaba bien, de que casi nunca había andando bien.”
― Julio Cortázar

“It all seemed a hollow sham now - that strict code, that conscientious virtue that condemned her to the sterile joys of pious women! No, no, she'd had enough of that; she wanted to live!”
― Émile Zola, Une page d'amour

“Strange how paranoia can link up with reality now and then.”
― Philip K. Dick, A Scanner Darkly

“Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. They move on. They move away. The moments that used to define them - a mother's approval, a father's nod - are covered by moments of their own accomplishments. It is not until much later, as the skin sags and the heart weakens, that children understand; their stories, and all their accomplishments, sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives.”
― Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven

“I was worse off than even Alison was; she hated life, I hated mysef. I had created nothing, I belonged to nothingness, to the néant, and it seemed to me that my own death was the only thing left that I could create.”
― John Fowles, The Magus