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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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

Give yourself something to work toward -- constantly.

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

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

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.

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

When you come to a roadblock, take a detour

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

did something funny with the definite article.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

We should have made do at home. We threw away so much food." Ricky says, "We ran out of ketchup," and the rest of them concur. No ketchup, no dinner.

I smoothed my grandmother’s starched white damask cloth over the battered pine harvest table in the dining room, and with my fingertips, traced the tiny patches where she’d so painstakingly mended it. If I looked closely, and I did, I could see the faintest ghost outlines of stains from family dinners long ago.

I think the biggest legacy we are going to leave," says Mary Kay Ash, "is a whole community of children who believe they can do anything in this world because they watched their mamas do it.

something?” “Relax,” Lizzie said. “Granny never mentioned it. But she kept a scrapbook. She clipped all the newspaper articles about the disappearance of … what was his name again?” “Russell Strickland.” As Josephine whispered the name, she

Prisoners work, often through subcontractors, for major corporations such as Chevron, Bank of America, IBM, Motorola, Microsoft, McDonald’s—which makes its uniforms in prison—AT&T, Starbucks, which manufactures holiday products, Nintendo, Victoria’s Secret, JC Penney, Sears, Walmart, Kmart, Eddie Bauer, Wendy’s, Procter & Gamble, Johnson & Johnson, Fruit of the Loom, Caterpillar, Sara Lee, Quaker Oats, Mary Kay, Microsoft, Texas Instruments, Dell, Honeywell, Hewlett-Packard, Nortel, Nordstrom’s, Revlon, Macy’s, Pierre Cardin, and Target. Prisoners

clawing at my heart all these years.

tiddled.

the sweetness had gone so quickly from her

café, and dozens of people wandering

“If we ever decide to compare knees, you’re going to find that I have more scars than anyone else in the room. That’s because I’ve fallen down and gotten up so many times in my life.” --Mary Kay Ashe, Texas Grits and Founder of Mary Kay Cosmetics Maybe this is why Lifetime Television Network named this Grits their Businesswoman of the Century!

Hello sweet mommy. My name is Khalika and I am living in Gambia. I have read your requirements and am saying I am excellent candidate for professional job you are wanting. Please be immediate wiring two thousand dollars (American) for air travel expenses.

Savannah gray bricks

Wendell had looted the trust fund left to her by her grandfather and father, to the tune of six million dollars. And change.

Mom! It was so awesome,” Maggy enthused. “Me and Roo had our own hurricane party. The seagulls were, like, flying backward. And the clouds are so thick, you can’t even see Big Belle.

The pay was crap. My boss was an idiot. And the final straw was that she wanted me to demonstrate a colon cleanse. On the air.” Billy sniggered. “Talk about a shitty assignment.

She’s about as deep as an Arizona mud puddle.

somehow, I must have given you my dog, Poppy, instead of Shaz.” “Thanks a lot,” Zoey said. “This damn dog has been barfing for ten minutes. She barfed all over the car, herself, me, it’s everywhere. It’s disgusting.

dumber than a box full of rocks.

It was an earworm, and she was certain Clint had deliberately planted it in her subconscious.

Mary Kay Ash, the founder of the Mary Kay Cosmetic empire, taught her teams that most people have a sign hanging around their necks that says, “Make me feel special.” Answer that need in others through nurturing words, deeds, and actions, and you will be amazed by the ease with which people respond to you. What can you do to make other people feel special?

That conniving little slut,” Pokey said. “I’d like to rip her arms off and beat her to death with ’em.

Whole new level of bullshit, more like,” CeeJay said. “What a waste of a penis that guy is.

foot-washing Baptists,

You know, it’s been my family’s privilege to bury three generations of Nolans. And I knew Wendell from Kiwanis. He was a fine man. You have my condolences.

Greer’s eyes darted back and forth on the road, always vigilant for bears. Or any other mammal that might wander onto the asphalt. She’d only been on the road for ten miles and already she’d spotted enough roadkill to fill a zoo.

Roo was a confirmed spinster, devoted birdwatcher and, to the chagrin of many of her relatives, a card-carrying liberal Democrat

Murder?” Roo’s eyes shone with excitement. “Right here on Belle Isle?” “Roo!” Evelyn shook her head in exasperation. “For God’s sake, have you no sense of propriety?

He wants out, Annajane thought. He does not want to marry this woman.

Dammit, I gotta go,” Clint rasped. He slid off the bed, and faltered. His gown bunched at the waist and Greer looked away, but not before glimpsing something she knew she could never unsee.

twin five-hundred-twenty-horsepower Mercs on each one. Probably looking at four hundred thousand dollars’ worth of big-boy toys there.” Greer eyed the boats critically. “You ask me, they just look like gigantic phallic symbols. Might be a little compensation going on there.

Maggy’s diagnosis earlier in the year with juvenile onset type 1 diabetes had thrown them

She was a big ol’ ho,” Riley told her brother. “She put out more than the Tab machine in the Tri-Delta house.

You couldn’t hit the ball with a steam iron today,

Hey, Mimi. Did that homophobe lady bring any dessert?