Marriott Quotes

People trust their eyes above all else - but most people see what they wish to see, or what they believe they should see; not what is really there

To ugly ducklings everywhere, Don't worry about those fluffy yellow morons: They'll never get to be swans

I truly believe that if you have more friends than books, you have too many friends. Or not enough books. Probably both.

Better naked and alive than decent and dead, I thought.

Here’s to the security guards who maybe had a degree in another land. Here’s to the manicurist who had to leave her family to come here, painting the nails, scrubbing the feet of strangers. Here’s to the janitors who don’t understand English yet work hard despite it all. Here’s to the fast food workers who work hard to see their family smile. Here’s to the laundry man at the Marriott who told me with the sparkle in his eyes how he was an engineer in Peru. Here’s to the bus driver, the Turkish Sufi who almost danced when I quoted Rumi. Here’s to the harvesters who live in fear of being deported for coming here to open the road for their future generation. Here’s to the taxi drivers from Nigeria, Ghana, Egypt and India who gossip amongst themselves. Here is to them waking up at 4am, calling home to hear the voices of their loved ones. Here is to their children, to the children who despite it all become artists, writers, teachers, doctors, lawyers, activists and rebels. Here’s to international money transfer. For never forgetting home. Here’s to their children who carry the heartbeats of their motherland and even in sleep, speak with pride about their fathers. Keep on.

Andrew this is where you take all your dates…” “And?” My heart sank. “Do you not see why bringing me here would hurt my feelings?” “Would you prefer the Marriott?

It's a swell theory," I said. "Marriott socked me, took the money, then he got sorry and beat his brains out, after first burying the money under a bush.

You see, that is why it is so easy to fool people with our illusions, Yue. In this world, illusions are usually much kinder than the truth.

Is this your first time staying with us?" a woman at a reception desk for the third or fourth hotel said to her, and Olive wasn't sure how to answer, because if you've stayed in one Marriott, haven't you stayed in all of them?

Love comes like storm clouds Fleeing from the wind, and casts Shadows on the moon.

I would listen to her soft voice and wonder if, somewhere deep inside, she was screaming, too.

No one knows me. Not anymore

I’ve learned a lot about love over these last months. And part of what I’ve learned is that you have to want someone for who they are, not who you want them to be. You have to love a real person, not some dream in your head.

Our greatest warriors,' Terayama-san said, 'believe that they are already dead. They live as if their lives are over, and so fighting holds no terror for them.' A Suda-san looked gravely at him. 'That, Terayama-san, is one of the saddest things I have ever heard.

On my fourteenth birthday when the sakura was in full bloom, the men came to kill us.

I thought then that you were the bravest girl I’d ever met, and nothing that’s happened since has changed my mind.

I am so angry all the time, and so sad, and it screams inside me and never stops. Cutting is the only thing that eases me.

Your heart is beating so fast,” he said softly, the words barely more than a whisper. “I can feel your blood humming under my hand. Are you frightened of me?

It's as if people -- normal people -- are made of silver. Shiny to start with, but tarnished by time, by ill-treatment. Luca... Luca is gold. Nothing in the world could ever make him shine less brightly.

Trusting anyone can get you killed.

All humans are made, in essence, of starstuff, and I sometimes wonder if the starstuff still calls out to us.

A general rule is drawn which never or rarely fails: that he who is the cause of another becoming powerful is ruined; because that pre-dominancy has been brought about either by astuteness or else by force, and both are distrusted by him who has been raised to power.

out in the wide readership,his younger brother was kicking an ice bucket in the woods behind the Marriott, his younger brother who was missing that part of the brain that allows you to make out with your pillow. Poor kid.

I don't want you because I expect you to swoop in and rescue me and make everything all right.I don't want you because you're beautiful. None of that matters. you could never be a bad bargain to me, because...you're you. And I love you.

Why does it hurt so much? Why does it have to hurt?

I never knew my mother's name.

What would you do if you could not fail?

Life is the improbable thing. It is so fragile that it can be taken away at any second, without reason or logic or warning.

Those who by valorous ways become princes...acquire a principality with difficulty, but they keep it with ease.

I know what evil looks like under the surface. No matter how beautiful the exterior, how good the lies, I don’t fool myself, not any more. You carry a terrible burden that no one – not even me – can really understand. But that doesn’t change who you are, Frost. You’re a good person. And I love you.” “I wish…” My voice cracked. “I wish I could believe in that.” Luca brushed the dishevelled strands of hair away from my face again and looked into my eyes. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll keep saying it until you do.

I lit a Camel, blew smoke through my nose and looked at a piece of black shiny metal on a stand. It showed a full, smooth curve with a shallow fold in it and two protuberances on the curve. I stared at it. Marriott saw me staring at it. “An interesting bit,” he said negligently. “I picked it up just the other day. Asta Dial’s Spirit of Dawn.” “I thought it was Klopstein’s Two Warts on a Fanny,” I said. Mr. Lindsay Marriott’s face looked as if he had swallowed a bee. He smoothed it out with an effort.

My first memory is of the smell of sunwarmed earth.

Don’t listen to what they say. Go see. — Chinese proverb

The global economy and all of its markets are constantly changing. In order to survive and thrive as an individual in business these days, you've got to be always updating your mental models. You've got to be always updating the software of your mind and spirit so that you remain capable of seeing the new ways value is being measured and exchanged; and so that you remain capable to plugging in to and profiting from the new ways that value is being exchanged.

A wise man ought always to follow the paths beaten by great men, and to imitate those who have been supreme, so that if his ability does not equal theirs, at least it will savour of it.

The wish to acquire is in truth very natural and common, and men always do so when they can, and for this they will be praised not blamed; but when they cannot do so, yet wish to do so by any means, then there is folly and blame.

I may have a potty mouth, but I do not get caught in illicit sexual encounters in Marriotts, for fuck’s sake. I guess I could be open to a Ritz-Carlton or a Four Seasons, but a Marriott, no fucking way! Yet here I am. And there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. What spell has this boy cast on me? I

Aside from wanting to write cracking good books that turn children into lifelong readers, I really want to create stories that enable kids to LOOK at the world around them. To see it for what it is, with wide open, wondering eyes. Our mass media is so horribly skewed. It presents this idea of 'normalcy' which excludes and marginalises so many for an idea of commercial viability which is really nothing but blinkered prejudice. People who are black and Asian and Middle Eastern and Hispanic, people who are gay or transgendered or genderqueer, people who have disabilities, disfigurements or illnesses - all have this vision of a world which does not include them shoved down their throats almost 24-7, and they're told 'No one wants to see stories about people like you. Films and TV shows about people like you won't make money. Stories about straight, white, cisgendered, able-bodied people are universal and everyone likes them. You are small and useless and unattractive and you don't matter.' My worry is that this warped version of 'normal' eventually forms those very same blinkers on children's eyes, depriving them of their ability to see anyone who isn't the same as them, preventing them from developing the ability to empathise with and appreciate and take joy in the lives and experiences of people who are different from them. If Shadows on the Moon - or anything I write - causes a young person to look at their own life, or the life of another, and think, 'Maybe being different is cool' I will die a happy writer. -Guest blog - what diversity means to me

I've been in darkness nearly all my life, and you brought light into my existance for the first time. And maybe that's why I started to... have feeling for you. You seemed like a dream. [...] But that's just infatuation. Hero worship. It's not real. I've learned a lot about love in these last months. Abd part of what I've learned is you have to want someone for who they are, not who you want them to be. You have to love a real person, not some dream in your head. Neither of us could have lived that way.

Zoe had dressed up for their meeting with Dr. Marriott in a long Indian skirt stitched with beads and tiny mirrors, a T-shirt embossed with CAT WOMAN STRIKES AGAIN! and a short-sleeved pink hoodie. To top it off, she wore a bracelet made from typewriter keys. She was sure Dr. Marriott would love it, seeing as typewriters were right up his alley.

All the kids with fancy shoes or clothes, do you know what I got with a family of nine? When ever we said let's play poker, we had a full team of adults right there.

I just take dictation for the voices in my head.

Real love is hard because it requires one to know and accept another person with all their faults.

And he will kiss me again, I thought, almost dizzy at the wonder of it. He will kiss me a thousand times more, and in a thousand ways.

I'm not an aspiring writer; I'm a writer aspiring to be read.

Unless you're honest, you won't know that the love is true. It's easy to say I love you, much harder to say I'd never lie to you.

What we know will pass, we can endure

Men will not look at things as they really are, but as they wish them to be--and are ruined.

Laughing, the man replied, “I’ve been following you, you’ve been following the pilgrims in front of you, and they’ve been following in the footsteps of a million more pilgrims before them.

It is in reference to Pope Julius that Machiavelli moralizes on the resemblance between Fortune and women, and concludes that it is the bold rather than the cautious man that will win and hold them both.

...if one is on the spot, disorders are seen as they spring up, and one can quickly remedy them; but if one is not at hand, they are heard of only when they are great, and then one can no longer remedy them.

We must help young women immerse themselves in a selfless work, perhaps receiving little public praise or attention. Instead, they must feel the Lord’s great love for them and their efforts through the influence of the Holy Ghost.

I thought of the words of an old song, a sad song, that I had sung for him once: Oh, my love, I would shatter my own heart a thousand times before I hurt yours. But I had already shattered my own heart, and it had made no difference.

From this a general rule is drawn which never or rarely fails: that he who is the cause of another becoming powerful is ruined; because that predominancy has been brought about either by astuteness or else by force, and both are are distrusted by him who has been raised to power.

It is the mystery of Kano Yue that intrigues and enchants them. You reveal nothing; they imagine everything. Real love is hard because it requires one to know and accept another person with all their faults. This kind of infatuation is easy because, as far as they are concerned, Kano Yue has no faults. They love everything about you because they know nothing about you.

Listening is the single most important on–the–job skill that a good manager can cultivate. A leader who doesn’t listen well risks missing critical information, losing (or never winning) the confidence of staff and peers and forfeiting the opportunity to be a proactive, hands–on manager. Listening is also how you empower people to grow in their jobs and gain confidence as decision makers.

It may seem strange to you, but there are no such creatures in Athazie. There is an animal-a very large animal-that lives on the plains and is much the same shape. We call it gadahama. The golden hunter. He does not say meep, meep as these tiny ones do. His voice is like this.' He drew in a deep breath, then let out a deafening roar. The cats fled in all directions at once as they scrambled away.

When Akira had recited the haiku to me the first time, I had been confused, thinking it compared love to storm clouds because they were capricious and fleeting. Perhaps love was capricious and fleeting, but that was not the true meaning of the poem. The true meaning was this: that love, when it came, was powerful enough to transform everything. Anything. Even the unchanging, ever-changing face of the Moon herself.

Code of Civil Procedure §1161(2) prevents the landlord from claiming rent due more than a year before the service of the 3-day notice. See Fifth & Broadway Partnership v Kimny, Inc. (1980) 102 CA3d 195, 202. An argument could also be made on the ground of laches that it is inequitable for a landlord to wait a full year before demanding overdue rent. That argument was successfully made in Maxwell v Simons (Civ Ct 1973) 353 NYS2d 589, which held that it was unconscionable for a landlord to permit the tenant to fall more than 3 months behind in rent before bringing an unlawful detainer action based on the total arrearage. New York law required the tenant to pay the arrearage within 5 days or return possession. The court held that the landlord could base his eviction action only on the last 3 months' nonpayment of rent and would have to recover the balance in an ordinary action for rent. See also Marriott v Shaw (Civ Ct 1991) 574 NYS2d 477 and Dedvukaj v Mandonado (Civ Ct 1982) 453 NYS2d 965. In California, this reasoning, along with the cases cited above on "equitable" defenses, might be used to attack a 3-day notice to pay or quit demanding more than three months' back rent.

Although I have suggested that American culture tends to favor the side of independence over the side of inclusion (and I would extend that to Western culture in general), it is not a generalization that seems to apply uniformly to men and women in our culture. Indeed, although I have no idea why it may be, it seems to me that men tend to have more difficulty acknowledging their need for inclusion, tend to me more oriented toward differentiation, and that women tend to have more difficulty acknowledging their need for distinctness, tend to be more oriented toward inclusion. Whether this is a function of social experience throughout the lifespan, the effects of parenting anatomical (even genital) density, or some combination, I do not know. Whatever the source of this distinction between men and women, I believe it is also the case that this very distinction is to be found within any one person as well. Whatever the source of this distinction between men and women, I believe it is also the case that this very distinction is to be found within any one person as well. In this respect constructive-developmental theory revives the Jungian notion that there is a man in every woman and a woman in every man; saying so is both a consequence of considering that all of life is animated by a fundamental evolutionary ambivalence, and that 'maleness'/'femaleness' is but one of its expressions. Similarly, I believe that while Western and Eastern cultures reflect one side or the other of this ambivalence, they project the other. Western cultures tend to value independence, self-assertion, aggrandizement, personal achievement, increasing independence from the family of origin; Eastern cultures (including the American Indian) value the other pole. Cheyenne Indians asked to talk about themselves typically begin, 'My grandfather...' (Strauss, 1981); many Eastern cultures use the word 'I' to refer to a collectivity of people of which one is a part (Marriott, 1981); the Hopi do not say, 'It's a nice day,' as if one could separate oneself from the day, but say something that would have to be translated more like, 'I am in a nice day,' or 'It's nice in front, and behind, and above" (Whorf, 1956). At the same time one cannot escape the enormous hunger for community, mystical merging, or intergenerational connection that continually reappears in American culture through communalism, quasi-Eastern religions, cult phenomena, drug experience, the search for one's 'roots,' the idealization of the child, or the romantic appeal of extended families. Similarly, it seems too glib to dismiss as 'mere Westernization' the repeated expression in Eastern cultures of individualism, intergenerational autonomy, or entrepreneurialism as if these were completely imposed from without and not in any way the expression of some side of Eastern culture itself.

People trust their eyes above all else- but most people see what they wish to see, or what they believe they should see; not what is really there.

the Marriott manager who oversaw the regime change, draws a conclusion that should be pinned up in boardrooms and factories everywhere: “One of the most important things we learned … was that people could be just as productive—and sometimes even more so—when they worked fewer hours.

The road become shorter when you know yourself, but you've got to travel down that long road first.

Remember . . . it all starts with you and one adoption.

Going by Dr. Marriott's description, Zoe imagined it to be small and elegant as she peered into dozens of shelves, rummaging through the contents. There were globes and charts and atlases, pocket watches and hand-painted Indian silk, gold-plated cutlery, litter coffers of spice, inlaid combs, silver fasteners, trinket boxes, blown-glass figurines, turn-of-the-century postcards with foreign stamps, and portraits of Victorian authors in elaborate frames. But nowhere did she discover a stone of any kind, with or without runes.

Couldn't a woman be happy doing a great many things, just as a man could?

It is not like that. I am not punishing myself. The cutting makes me feel better.” “Hurting

Love is making space in your life for someone else

So I had to go to the Marriott,” I finished. “You what?” He jumped to his feet as though he’d been hit with a cattle prod. “How could you do this, after everything that happened?

Nothing is as important as having managers in place who possess the people skills to support, encourage, lead, inspire and listen to associates. A

The product is everything and nothing; it's all about everything.

Only history celebrates iconoclasts.

Perspective is what makes the game.

Try harder.

10 years is nature's 9 months for business babies.

Think with a telescope, execute with a microscope.

True hustle is more endurance than speed.

You can't out-contract the devil.

Success is priority pursued with great discipline.

A crisis the world will never see is running out of them.

Half of great design is taste and talent—the other is making them a priority.

They say it's always darkest before the dawn and it was pitch black by the time I arrived at the Marriott. However I still had a few bullets left for my deadbeat uncle that tried to stab me in the back.

Bill’s unswerving devotion to his faith has dominated his life. He has worshiped more in deed, however, than in word, without inflicting his views on others. His true love of God, his Allie, his family, his fellow man, and his country has been the rudder of his life.

To find peace and quiet in the crowded farmhouse, he got up morning after morning at four or five o’clock and tiptoed downstairs to read and do his homework by the light of the big what shaded kerosend lamp on the kitchen table.

The mornings broke with the tinkling of his alarm at 4am, the lighting of the oil burner to warm his room, and the kerosene map to see by.

Allie knew that problems didn’t really bother Bill. In fact, he welcomed them. He often said life was an obstacle course. And that’s how you got ahead–by meeting and overcoming obstacles.

Friend, people are after me all the time to sign notes for them, but I never sign a note for anybody. If I wanted to help them, and if I could, I’d sooner give them the money and forget it. Start signing notes and most times, you lose your money, and you lose your friend too.

We sell people what they need, and we keep our prices down. We have good, clean-cut people in positions of responsibility. And we work hard – and long. Mr. Penney says, ‘Nobody ever got rich working a forty-hour week.’ And he’s right. Mark my words, Bill he’s right.

Make today as perfect as I can and tomorrow will take care of itself and yesterday will be another memorable event.

Bill Marriott demonstrates that a man can be a religious leader as well as a giant in business. He has attained a reputation as a man of wealth, but he accepts the premise the earth is the Lord’s, and that he is the steward of the things in it for the benefit of mankind.

Discipline is the greatest thing in the world. Where there is no discipline, there is no character. And without character, there is no progress.

Building a strong family life is one of our most difficult obligations. But nothing will bring more happiness or success.

The way out, the lifting hold on his own bootstraps was an education. He had to know more about everything. He had to know how to study, think and act like an educated man.

What Emerson said on almost every page was that to grow strong and tall and self-reliant, you needed obstacles to overcome. You needed adversities to challenge you and bring out the best in you. And the bigger and tougher the obstacle, the stronger you grew in character and self confidence and in the ability to succeed.

I just wanted to be quiet and alone – get my head around everything. Make sure I was really back to normal. I drank hot chocolate and … waited. I even slept for a bit. When I was sure nothing bad was going to happen, I came home. And, you know, found Mio nearly being eaten by a giant spider.”   “What? I didn’t see that!” Jack yelped.   “You were too busy grabbing the firebombs,” Hikaru put in. “I saw it, though. Rachel clocked it in the side and knocked it right off. It went flying.”   I gave Rachel a questioning look.   She shrugged again and put down her mug on the coffee table. Picking up an empty metal serving plate with her right hand, she poked it sharply with the index finger of her left. There was a rending noise, and Rachel’s finger popped out of the bottom of the plate.   “I’m pretty strong,” she said, with what I thought was epic understatement. “But I can control it now.”   Seeing the alarmed expressions on Hikaru and my dad’s faces, I quickly said, “The king – your king, Hikaru – told me this could happen. If people recover from the Nekomata’s bite, they have gifts. Seeing in the dark. Speed. Strength.”   “Let me get this straight,” Jack said slowly. “My sister is Catwoman now?”   “I suppose that makes you the Joker, then.” Rachel reached out to mess up Jack’s spiky hair.   Jack squeaked, trying to bat Rachel’s hands away. “Not the hair!”   “Oh, please. Try that on me when you don’t have an inch of roots.”   Hikaru leaned out of their way, looking confused and not sure if he should try to intervene. I could sympathize. Siblings were odd.

We’d all started for the front hall when my father’s throat-clearing stopped us. “Where do you think you’re going?”   Jack and I exchanged wary looks. Parents pretending to be stupid was usually a sign that they were about to try to be – eugh – funny.   “Out, Mr Yamato,” Rachel said patiently, falling for it. “We’re going to walk to this nexus place. Aren’t you coming?”   Dad got out of the armchair and stretched fluidly. “Yes, but I’m not walking it. I assume you’re up for a ride in the Dad Taxi?”   I might be a barely functioning, emotionally shattered control freak, but I wasn’t an idiot. The next word out of my mouth was “Shotgun!”   The others groaned.

You might want to close your mouth,” Hikaru whispered directly behind me.   “You might want to stop sneaking up on me before I put a bell on you,” I retorted, pressing a hand to my heart.   “Careful. He’ll get all excited,” Jack said dryly.

The king dipped his head for half a second. I bowed back to him, but interpreted Shinobu’s quick warning glance to mean that I shouldn’t return bows from underlings. I’d gone up in the world. In more ways than one. Who knew that all I had to do to get respect was blow a place up with my crazy-ass sword and grow four inches in thirty seconds?   The katana’s hilt quivered under my palm, as if it was laughing.

How is your throat?” the first girl asked sweetly when I’d finished dressing. “Would you like some water?”   I gave her a confused look.   The other one added, “We thought you might be a little thirsty. You know, after all that screaming.”   They both giggled.   Most superheroes got to be cool, dammit. I wanted a refund on this whole deal.

Immediately I felt better – physically, at least. The silvery wriggles disappeared from my vision and my body seemed to firm up around me. I realized I was still draped against Shinobu like a fainting maiden and made an effort to straighten up as I remembered what I looked like right now. Heat flooded my face.   He saw, didn’t he? Shinobu saw. Everyone saw.   Why did it have to be my Hello Kitty underwear?   It seemed safer to concentrate on the humiliation than … well, anything else. Like the enormity of what I had just witnessed. The sword’s power. What it had just done to me. What it might mean for us all. There was certainly plenty of humiliation to occupy me; I was going to be embarrassed by this when I was a hundred and five. Shinobu’s gaze was aimed at me like a searchlight and I didn’t know where to look.