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.

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.

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?

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?

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

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

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 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.

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

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.

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

What would you do if you could not fail?

I never knew my mother's name.

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

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

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.

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

My first memory is of the smell of sunwarmed earth.

I was a fan of guys with a higher range like Steve Marriott in the Small Faces and Humble Pie. (Humble Pie’s Performance: Rockin’ the Fillmore would be a hugely influential

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.

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

What we know will pass, we can endure

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

I just take dictation for the voices in my head.

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.

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

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.

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.

Every great corporation does one thing well, and in Marriott’s case it’s to help guests disappear. The indistinct architecture, the average service, the room-temperature, everything. You’re gone, blended away by the stain-disguising carpet patterns, the art that soothes you even when your back’s turned. And you don’t even miss yourself, that’s Marriott’s great discovery. Invisibility, the ideal vacation. No more anxiety about your role, your place. Rest here, under our cloak. Don’t fidget, it's just your face that we’re removing. You won’t be needing it until you leave, and here’s a claim check. Don’t worry if you lose it.

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.

And together we disappeared into the darkness swift and silent as shadows on the moon.

¿Por qué no creó Rupert Murdoch The Huffington Post? ¿Por qué no lanzó AT&T Skype, ni Visa creó PayPal? La CNN podría haber creado Twitter, visto que de frases cortas e impactantes como titulares se trata, ¿no? General Motors o Hertz podrían haber lanzado Uber, y Marriott, Airbnb. Gannett podría haber creado Craigslist o Kijiji. Yellow Pages podría haber fundado perfectamente eBay. Microsoft tenía la posibilidad de crear Google o cualquier modelo de negocio basado en internet más que en el ordenador personal. ¿Por qué no inventó la NBC YouTube? Sony podría haberse adelantado al iTunes de Apple. ¿Dónde estaba Kodak cuando se inventaron Instagram o Pinterest? ¿Y si People o Newsweek hubieran creado BuzzFeed o Mashable?

Love is making space in your life for someone else

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

In 1863, as Havana continued to grow, the need for expansion prompted the removal of the city walls. The Ten Years’ War ended with a cease fire from Spain. However, it was followed by the Cuban War of Independence, which lasted from 1895 until 1898 and prompted intervention by the United States. The American occupation of Cuba lasted until 1902. After Cuban Independence came into being, another period of expansion in Havana followed, leading to the construction of beautiful apartment buildings for the new middle class and mansions for the wealthy. During the 1920’s, Cuba developed the largest middle class per total population in all of Latin America, necessitating additional accommodations and amenities in the capital city. As ships and airplanes provided reliable transportation, visitors saw Havana as a refuge from the colder cities in the North. To accommodate the tourists, luxury hotels, including the Hotel Nacional and the Habana Riviera, were built. In the 1950’s gambling and prostitution became widespread and the city became the new playground of the Americas, bringing in more income than Las Vegas. Now that Cuba senses an end to the embargo and hopes to cultivate a new relationship with the United States, construction in Havana has taken on a new sense of urgency. Expecting that Havana will once again become a tourist destination, the French construction group “Bouygues” is busy building Havana's newest luxury hotel. This past June Starwood’s mid-market Four Points Havana, became the first U.S. hotel, owned by Marriott, to open in Cuba. The historic Manzana de Gómez building which was once Cuba's first European-style shopping arcade has now been transformed into the Swiss based Manzana Kempinski, Gran Hotel, La Habana. It has now become Cuba's first new 5-Star Hotel! Spanish resort hotels dot the beaches east of Havana and China is expected to build 108,000 new hotel rooms for the largest tourist facility in the Caribbean. On the other end of the spectrum is the 14 room Hotel Terral whch has a prime spot on the Malecón.

The dim grass stirs with your footstep, The blue dusk throbs with your smile; I and the world of glory Are one for a little while. * * * * * The spring sun shows me your shadow, The spring wind bears me your breath, You are mine for a passing moment, But I am yours to the death.

Miramar’s plush Goa Marriott Resort

Why did eBay not become Amazon? Why did IBM not become Microsoft? Why didn't taxi companies invent Uber? Why didn't Hilton or Marriott invent Airbnb? Why didn't Oracle invent Snowflake? Why didn't BMC invent ServiceNow? Why didn't tape automation companies invent Data Domain? Why didn't Ford invent Tesla? The answer in all those examples, and many more, is incrementalism.

To a certain extent, NFTs will likely be the bridge to the metaverse. For now, however, MΞMORIED, The Emotional Journey, and THE EXPERIENTIAL IN BETWEEN are nothing more than Marriott getting its foot in the metaverse door. However, it's still quite an interesting mentality shift. We'll probably see more exciting technology adoptions in the next three to five years, but this is a cool start, nonetheless.

Non mi sembra troppo inverosimile che, tra cinque anni, i Marriott e gli Hilton del mondo inizieranno a costruire meta-versioni dei loro hotel in Horizon, consentendo agli avatar/ospiti di incontrarsi con i loro amici nella hall, o fare brainstorming nelle sale riunioni virtuali, ovviamente a pagamento.

protestos, inclusive a Festa do Chá de Boston, em 1773,

Questão Oriental” surgiu quando o Império Otomano começou a declinar, principalmente após a Guerra Russo-Turca (1768-74), que terminou com a derrota dos otomanos. Acreditando que a queda do Império Otomano era iminente, as grandes potências da Europa iniciaram uma disputa para assegurar seus interesses na região. A Rússia, ansiosa por conseguir acesso ao Mediterrâneo e controlar o mar Negro, foi quem mais se beneficiou do declínio do Império Otomano. Em uma tentativa de conter a expansão russa, tanto a Áustria quanto a Grã-Bretanha buscaram manter a unidade do império. A Questão Oriental surgiu mais uma vez em 1832, quando os gregos finalmente conseguiram sua independência dos turcos.

As Guerras de Independência na América Latina As revoluções na França e na América do Norte, juntamente com as ideias liberais do Iluminismo, também inspiraram as colônias espanholas nas Américas a lutar por independência. De 1808 a 1825, a independência foi proclamada em toda a América do Sul e em quase toda a América Central, onde a Espanha continuou controlando apenas as ilhas de Cuba e Porto Rico (que permaneceram sob seu domínio até 1898). Os conflitos foram desencadeados em 1808, quando José Bonaparte, irmão de Napoleão, depôs a monarquia espanhola durante a Guerra Peninsular (também conhecida como Invasões Francesas). A ocupação francesa destruiu a administração espanhola, que se fracionou em juntas provinciais, e uma confusão geral se estabeleceu. Muitas das colônias espanholas se consideraram capazes de nomear suas próprias juntas, o que acabou provocando conflitos entre os patriotas, que propunham a autonomia, e os monarquistas, que ainda acreditavam na autoridade da Espanha.

Laughter is the balm of life.

Good timber does not grow with ease: The stronger the wind, the stronger the trees;

When I was separated from the lab, attending some seminar or conference, it was the series of twisted e-mails from Bill that held me fast to what I loved about my job, even while trapped with pasty middle-aged men who regarded me as they would a mangy stray that had slipped in through an open basement window. There’s a place somewhere where I am part of the in-group, I would remind myself as I stood alone with my buffet dish in some Marriott ballroom, apparently radiating cooties and so excluded from the back-slapping stories of building mass spectrometers during the good old days.

USS Franklin D Roosevelt (CV43).

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.

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

Only history celebrates iconoclasts.

Perspective is what makes the game.

Try harder.

How much easier life was once you learned how to lie. I had gotten into trouble by speaking out of turn, arguing and answering back so many times. Not anymore. Now I would do what I wanted, and no one would stop me.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.