Mary Kay Quotes

Aerodynamically, the bumble bee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn't know it so it goes on flying anyway.

Oh, man there's a marathon of Beaches running tomorrow night. Can we go after ten so I can see it once all the way through?" Everyone in the room turned to the blond-and-black haired guy, who was propped in the corner, massive arms over his chest. What," he said. "Look, it's not Mary Tyler Moore, 'kay? So you can 't give me shit." Vishous, the one with the black glove on his hand, glared across the room. "It's worse than Mary Tyler Moore. And to call you and idiot would be an insult to half-wits around the world." Are you kidding me? Bette Midler rocks. And I love the ocean. Sue me." Vishous glanced at the king. "You told me I could beat him. You promised." As soon as you come home," Wrath said as he got to his feet, "we'll hang him up by his armpits in the gym and you can use him as a punching bag." Thank you, baby Jesus." Blond-and-Black shook his head. "I swear, one of these days I'm going to leave." As one, the Brothers all pointed to the open door and let silence speak for itself. You guys suck.

Pretend that every single person you meet has a sign around his or her neck that says, "Make me feel important." Not only will you succeed in sales, you will succeed in life.

The greatest polution problem we face today is negativity.

Most people live and die with their music still unplayed. They never dare to try.

There are four kinds of people in this world: •those who make things happen •those who watch things happen •those who wonder what happened •those who don’t know that anything happened! I knew from a very early age that I wanted to be first on that list.

If you think you can, you can. If you think you can't, you're right.

My goal in life is to live my life in such a way that when I die, someone can say, she cared

Don't limit yourself. Many people limit themselves to what they think they can do. You can go as far as your mind lets you. What you believe remember you can achieve.

While clothes may not make the woman, they certainly have a strong effect on her self-confidence, which, I believe, does make the woman.

There are three types of people in this world: those who make things happen, those who watch things happen, and those who wonder what happened.

Never, ever ask a former clergyman to say the blessing over a holiday dinner. Not if you like your dinner warm, anyway.

For every failure, there's an alternative course of action. You just have to find it. When you come to a roadblock, take a detour.

Everyone wears a sign that says "Make me feel important

And that point is, it doesn't matter how long you've known somebody. People change. Or you don't really know them as well as you thought you did in the first place.

It is far better to be exhausted from success than to be rested from failure.

I felt bad for Lulu because I've been Lulu. It's really hard when you realize the guy you've been dating is basically a high schooler at heart. It make you feel like Mary Kay Letourneau. It's the worst. Until I was thirty, I only dated boys, as far as I can tell. I'll tell you why. Men scared the shit out of me. Men know what they want. Men make concrete plans. Men own alarm clocks. Men sleep on a mattress that isn't on the floor. Men tip generously. Men buy new shampoo instead of adding water to a nearly empty bottle of shampoo. Men go to the dentist. Men make reservations. Men go in for a kiss without giving you some long preamble about how they're thinking of kissing you.

There is a way; Up, Around, Over or Through

You have more issues than National Geographic by Austin LeFleur in Hissy Fit

Give yourself something to work toward -- constantly.

Do not desire to fit in. Desire to lead.“ - Mary Kay Ash

God does not ask your ability Or your inability. He asks only your availability.

No powdery residue. But definitely suspicious. Smell." He slides a makeup catalog from beneath a microscope made out of a plate, a toilet paper roll, and an intricate arrangement of pipe cleaners. "Any ideas?" I take a scientific whiff. "Gardenia. Looks like those Mary Kay terrorists are at it again.

A good goal is like a strenuous exercise - it makes you stretch.

Don’t never depend on somebody else to take care of you, sugar. Trust in the Lord, and then you just take care of yourself, and things will work out fine.

Beyond the table, there is an altar, with candles lit for Billie Holiday and Willa Carter and Hypatia and Patsy Cline. Next to it, an old podium that once held a Bible, on which we have repurposed an old chemistry handbook as the Book of Lilith. In its pages is our own liturgical calendar: Saint Clementine and All Wayfarers; Saints Lorena Hickok and Eleanor Roosevelt, observed in the summer with blueberries to symbolize the sapphire ring; the Vigil of Saint Juliette, complete with mints and dark chocolate; Feast of the Poets, during which Mary Oliver is recited over beds of lettuce, Kay Ryan over a dish of vinegar and oil, Audre Lorde over cucumbers, Elizabeth Bishop over some carrots; The Exaltation of Patricia Highsmith, celebrated with escargots boiling in butter and garlic and cliffhangers recited by an autumn fire; the Ascension of Frida Khalo with self-portraits and costumes; the Presentation of Shirley Jackson, a winter holiday started at dawn and ended at dusk with a gambling game played with lost milk teeth and stones. Some of them with their own books; the major and minor arcana of our little religion.

I may be furious and sad about what happened with us, but that doesn't make me believe that what we had wasn't real. And it doesn't make me believe that I won't find something that real again.

A mediocre idea that generates enthusiasm will go further than a great idea that inspires no one.

The speed of the leader is the speed of the gang." ~ Mary Kay

What the world thinks of me is none of my business.

There are two things people want more than sex & money... recognition and praise.

Everyone has an invisible sign hanging from their neck saying ‘Make Me Feel Important.’ Never forget that when working with people.” Mary Kay Ash

Pretend that every single person you meet has a sign around his or her neck that says, “Make me feel important.” Not only will you succeed in sales, you will succeed in life.’ MARY KAY ASH

All is indeed a Blessing IF you can just see beyond the veils; for it is ‘all’ an illusion and a test, and one of the greatest Divine Mysteries of this life cycle.” This IS my constant prayer, my mantra, my affirmation, reverberation, reiteration and my ever-living reality.

The community certainly included black English professors, like my mother, as well as black doctors and dentists, black mechanics, janitors, and contractors, black cobblers, wedding planners, real estate agents, and undertakers, several black lawyers, and a handful of black Mary Kay salespeople. As a child, however, I knew so many African Americans working in science, math, and engineering that I thought that’s just what black folks did.

Pretend that every single person you meet has a sign around his or her neck that says ‘Make Me Feel Important.’ Not only will you succeed in business, but you will succeed in life.” —MARY KAY ASH, FOUNDER OF MARY KAY COSMETICS

Never trust a man who hollers at the help,

They’d like the world to think they’re hot snot on a gold platter. But really, they’re just cold boogers on a paper plate.

When you come to a roadblock, take a detour

sodoyouthinkyoucouldtrustmetogotothedancetonight?" she blurted before losing her nerve. Viktor and Viveka exchanged a quick glance. Are they considering it? They are! They trust - "No," they said together. Frankie resisted the urge to spark. Or scream. Or threaten to go on a charging strike. She had prepared herself for this. It had always been a possibility. That's why she'd read 'Acting For Young Actors: The Ultimate Teenage Guide' by Mary Lou Belli and Dihah Lenney. So she could act like she understood their rejection. Act like she accepted it. And act like she would return to her room with grace. "Well, thanks for hearing me out," she said, kissing them on the cheeks and skipping off to bed. "Good night." "Good night?" Viktor responded. "That's it? No argument?" "No argument," Frankie said with a sweet smile. "You have to see this punishment through or you're not teaching me anything. I get it." "O-kay." Viktor returned to his medical journal, shaking his head as if he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. "We love you." Viveka blew another kiss. "I love you, too." Frankie blew two back. Time for Plan B.

If she pleaded not guilty, David said she could suggest that the boy had been the agressor, or maybe it was all some teenage fantasy that went too far. Maybe the sex never really happened. Mary Kay saw that scenario as ridiculous. Almost laughable. She didn't think it would work. "I'm carrying his baby," she said. Scratch that.

Losing a parent, I guess it makes you realize none of us is gonna be immortal.

If you think you can, you can. And if you think you can't, you're right.

You don’t have to be Southern to have good manners. And you don’t have to be a Yankee to make a total ass of yourself.

Sometimes the people we think we know the best are the ones with secrets we can't even fathom.

TV movie announced by USA Network also occupied Mary Kay's time and though she didn't

For every failure, there’s an alternative course of action. You just have to find it. When you come to a roadblock, take a detour. MARY KAY ASH

Strew nuggets of affirmation and caring along your path today; you never know whose day you’ll brighten. — Mary Kay Moody

Is the mask magic?" he demanded with sudden, passionate interest. "Yes." I bowed my head, so that our eyes no longer met. "I made it magic to keep you safe. The mask is your friend, Erik. As long as you wear it, no mirror can ever show you the face again." He was silent then and when I showed him the new mask he accepted it without question and put it on hastily with his clumsy, bandaged fingers. But when I stood up to go, he reacted with panic and clutched at my grown. "Don't go! Don't leave me here in the dark." "You are not in the dark," I said patiently. "Look, I have left the candle ..." But I knew, as I looked at him, that it would have made no difference if I had left him fifty candles. The darkness he feared was in his own mind and there was no light in the universe powerful enough to take that darkness from him. With a sigh of resignation I sat back on the bed and began to sing softly; and before I had finished the first verse, he was asleep. The bandages on his hands and wrists showed white and eerie in the candle-light, as I eased my skirts from his grasp. I knew that Marie was right. Physically and mentally, I had scarred him for life.

Mary Kay would come home after being two hours late and sit in her car for a half hour and go through mail and papers, and I'd be just sitting there waiting to go home. After the kids were sleeping... I was just sitting there. She would irritate me. ~Angie

I smile sympathetically at a young man wearing a turban who looks to be as comfortable as the only husband at a Mary Kay party. Three years post–9/ 11 and they’re still being treated like social pariahs. But, hey, African-Americans have endured three hundred plus years of it and all we did was take a boat ride.

Why was it, Whelan wondered, assholes only saw the light after the damage was done?

Old wounds. They faded, but they never really went away, did they?

He’d died his blond hair purple in honor of his best friend’s wedding, and he wore skinny white jeans, a red shirt, and

In times like these, I think it's a good policy to hope for the best, but expect the worst.

Not letting others know how we feel and what we think is a form of selfishness.

did something funny with the definite article.

A house is just a bunch of lumber and nails, Hattie. It’s just a thing. Never fall in love with anything that can’t love you back.

Don’t look over your shoulder. The past is past. Just try to get through it, and give yourself some grace.

Honesty is the cornerstone of all success, without which confidence and ability to perform shall cease to exist.

The reason so many people fail to make lasting changes is that they don’t commit to one path long enough to see results.

Sometimes you have to trust your heart, too. You give what you think the other person needs, and hope they know that you’re doing it out of love.

Alma? You had that sweet lady fired?

Doesn’t everyone, after they reach a certain age, think they want to die at some point in their life?

she felt the past come rushing back with a ferocity that nearly knocked her down. And it struck her, this was not just a flare-up she was experiencing, not just a bout of spring fever. This was full-blown passion.

O-kay. Kind of freaky. I’m now standing in an actual tomb, in pitch darkness, with only a vampire to keep me company. Last week if you’d sworn on a stack of Bibles that I’d be okay with all of this, I wouldn’t have believed you.

It made perfect sense to me. My whole life I'd gone along with somebody else's plans. Not wanting to rock the boat and put myself first. After all, most of the time I didn't know what my own plans were. But the need for my own dream was screaming to get out of me.

I mean exactly that,” Mr. Davison retorted. “You’ve hit the nail smack on the head. We pay a price for having money. People in my position”—he turned to Kay—“have ‘privilege.’ That’s what I read in the Nation and the New Republic.” Mrs. Davison nodded. “Good,” said Mr. Davison. “Now listen. The fellow who’s got privilege gives up some rights or ought to.

and drew her strength directly from our magickal Oklahoma earth. “U-we-tsi-a-ge-ya, it seems I need help at the lavender booth. I simply cannot believe how busy we are.” Grandma had barely spoken when a nun hurried up. “Zoey, Sister Mary Angela could use your help filling out cat adoption forms.” “I’ll help you, Grandma Redbird,” Shaylin said. “I love the smell of lavender.” “Oh, honey, that would be so sweet of you. First, could you run to my car and get into the trunk. There is another box of lavender soaps and sachets tucked back there. Looks like I’m going to sell out completely,” Grandma said happily. “Sure thing.” Shaylin caught the keys Grandma tossed to her and hurried toward the main exit of the school grounds which led to the parking lot, as well as the tree-lined road that joined Utica Street. “And I’ll call my momma. She said just let her know if we get too busy over here. She and the PTA moms will be back here in a sec,” said Stevie Rae. “Grandma, do you mind if I give Street Cats a hand? I’ve been dying to check out their new litter of kittens.” “Go on, u-we-tsi-a-ge-ya. I think Sister Mary Angela has been missing your company.” “Thanks, Grandma.” I smiled at her. Then I turned to Stevie Rae. “Okay, if your mom’s group is coming back, I’m gonna go help the nuns.” “Yeah, no problem.” Stevie Rae, shielding her eyes and peering through the crowd, added, “I see her now, and she’s got Mrs. Rowland and Mrs. Wilson with her.” “Don’t worry. We can handle this,” Shaunee said. “’Kay,” I said, grinning at both of them. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” I left the cookie booth and noticed Aphrodite, clutching her big purple Queenies cup, was right on my heels. “I thought you didn’t want a lecture from the nuns.” “Better than a lecture from PTA moms.” She shuddered. “Plus, I like cats more than people.” I shrugged. “Okay, whatever.” We’d only gotten partway to the Street Cats tent when Aphrodite slowed way down. “Seriously. Effing. Pathetic.” She was muttering around her straw, narrowing her eyes, and glaring. I followed her gaze and joined her frown. “Yeah, no matter how many times I see them together, I still don’t get it.” Aphrodite and I had stopped to watch Shaunee’s ex-Twin BFF, Erin, hang all over Dallas. “I really thought she was better than that.” “Apparently not,” Aphrodite said. “Eeew,” I said, looking away from their way too public display of locked lips. “I’m telling you, there’s not enough booze in Tulsa to make watching those two suck face okay.” She made a gagging sound, which changed to a snort and a laugh. “Check out the wimple, twelve o’clock.” Sure enough, there was a nun I vaguely recognized as Sister Emily (one of the more uptight of the nuns) descending on the too-busy-with-their-tongues-to-notice couple. “She looks serious,” I said. “You know, a nun may very well be the direct opposite of an aphrodisiac. This should be entertaining. Let’s watch.” “Zoey! Over here!” I looked from the train wreck about to happen to see Sister Mary Angela waving me over to her.

Vulgarity is the crutch of the weak and the ignorant,’” I snapped. “But what the fuck did she know?

The substrates within each CDR that are frequently seen mutated are defined as “hotspots”. They are described by preferences for purines, rather than pyrimidines, as well as for particular codons, or codon motifs within the sequence. The fact that mutation in a hotspot can create or delete other hotspots indicates a higher order structure to the mutation process than that which is currently observable. McKay Brown, Mary Stenzel-Poore, Susan Stevens, Sophia K. Kondoleon, James Ng, Hans Peter Bachinger, and Marvin B. Rittenberg. Immunologic memory to phosphocholine keyhole limpet hemocyanin. Journal of Immunology, 148(2):339–346, January 1992.

It’s easier to walk around with love in your heart than with hate. I don’t want that burden. I let go of all that mess. You need to do that too.

battered copy of Void Moon, her favorite Michael Connelly novel,

I guess I just like the taste of peppermint. It reminds me of Christmas. And hope.

Friends are the family you choose? I guess we’ve chosen you. Whether you like it or not.

La competitividad puede ser una motivación muy fuerte. Sin embargo, he aprendido que es más poderosa cuando compites contra tí misma y aprendes de tus fracasos.

Joe, is that you? Wow! Mary Kay, what a surprise! Do you want to go fuck in the bathroom?

…that men always let you down, that they bail on you because men do fucking suck. But so does Love, Mary Kay. So does love.

wobbly

His words and not-so-quiet whispers are around me like shards of glass that glint and cut. Fragments of thoughts. Ignorant banal ones. Hyde is the master of dumb nicknames and comes up with dreadful puns, and I remember what he said as recently as last month when a group of us met at the Cambridge watering hole Paddy’s to toast Pete Marino’s birthday. Hyde insisted on buying me a round, on treating me to a stiff drink, maybe a Bloody Mary or a Sudden Death or a Spontaneous Combustion

briefly.

Midnight!

Evan Wingfield, you’re under arrest for conspiracy to commit murder, murder for hire, racketeering, bank fraud, bribery, and income-tax evasion.

Christmas hadn’t just arrived at Four Roses Farm. It had been here all along, waiting for her to discover it.

I’m the only one who’ll see my tree, but it still makes me happy. I sit here and look at my tree all lit up, every night, and I remember the meaning of the tree and the Christmas season. My family might be mostly gone, but I still have my memories of them.

Why does someone walk away from one life, and into another?

There obviously is a considerable gap on the scale of human achievement between a good book and a good book review – a gap which is indicated by the fact that, while there have been many great books, there are few great book reviews. In the ordinary course of things the best one can hope for is that some will prove memorable over the lifetime of an editor or his magazine. On the other hand, it isn’t at all self-evident, not to me at least, that a bad or mediocre book is superior to an effective or interesting book review simply on the grounds that a book is a book and the authors of books are nearer to God than the authors of reviews. No one would deny that reviews are by definition parasitic, as well as being quicker and easier to write, but a review can still be more accomplished and more thoughtful than the book on whose existence it depends.

A woman with a sugar craving was a beautiful and terrifying thing to behold.

(Mary Kay is one of the secret masters of the world: a librarian. They control information. Don’t ever piss one off.)

So that’s it, huh? You show up here, ask me for a loan, get your check, and then leave?” Hattie didn’t flinch. “What did you expect? A teary-eyed family reunion? You want to hold me up with emotional blackmail? That’s not gonna work on me anymore, Dad. I finally figured it out. Everything is a transaction to you. Okay, fine. I don’t need your love, or your approval, or even your respect anymore. But I’ll take a loan. And I’ll pay you back. Because, just like you taught me, I

know now that a clean balance sheet is the key to happiness.

We get through this, as best we can," Letty said. "No emotional attachment though. Please?" Joe shrugged. "You're the boss (229).

There were lots of blurry views of Tanya, talking in hushed tones on the phone, watching television or practicing her yoga poses, dancing around the living room to her favorite Taylor Swift song as Maya laughed and, with Ellie in hand, spun around in dizzying circles until mother and daughter collapsed, breathlessly, onto the floor (238).

Sunsets had quickly become her favorite time of day here, a time to pause and be still, but tonight there would be no stillness (119).

The only shame in making mistakes is if you don’t acknowledge them and learn from ’em.

He had the most gorgeous eyes, this amazing deep blue, like a mountain lake you just wanted to dive naked into, and long, dark black eyelashes (123).

Yes, I tried acting. I wasn't very successful at it. Every girl who goes to New York thinks they're going to be the next Jennifer Lawrence. And then they end up working in a diner. Like me (142).

Too much information. I don’t know why I’m spilling all this tea.

looked

Leaving him had been the easy part, but putting her life back together, starting over from scratch, had been so much harder than she’d ever anticipated.