Thomas Keller Quotes

Don't say you don't have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein.

I think that you’ve got to make something that pleases you and hope that other people feel the same way.

Be brave. Even if you're not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference. Don't allow the phone to interrupt important moments. It's there for your convenience, not the callers. Don't be afraid to go out on a limb. That's where the fruit is. Don't burn bridges. You'll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river. Don't forget, a person's greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated. Don't major in minor things. Don't say you don't have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Helen Keller, Leonardo Da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein. Don't spread yourself too thin. Learn to say no politely and quickly. Don't use time or words carelessly. Neither can be retrieved. Don't waste time grieving over past mistakes Learn from them and move on. Every person needs to have their moment in the sun, when they raise their arms in victory, knowing that on this day, at his hour, they were at their very best. Get your priorities straight. No one ever said on his death bed, 'Gee, if I'd only spent more time at the office'. Give people a second chance, but not a third. Judge your success by the degree that you're enjoying peace, health and love. Learn to listen. Opportunity sometimes knocks very softly. Leave everything a little better than you found it. Live your life as an exclamation, not an explanation. Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life and death matters, nothing is as important as it first seems. Never cut what can be untied. Never overestimate your power to change others. Never underestimate your power to change yourself. Remember that overnight success usually takes about fifteen years. Remember that winners do what losers don't want to do. Seek opportunity, not security. A boat in harbor is safe, but in time its bottom will rot out. Spend less time worrying who's right, more time deciding what's right. Stop blaming others. Take responsibility for every area of your life. Success is getting what you want. Happiness is liking what you get. The importance of winning is not what we get from it, but what we become because of it. When facing a difficult task, act as though it's impossible to fail.

When we eat together, when we set out to do so deliberately, life is better, no matter what your circumstances.

Cooking is not about convenience and it's not about shortcuts. Our hunger for the twenty-minute gourmet meal, for one-pot ease and prewashed, precut ingredients has severed our lifeline to the satisfactions of cooking. Take your time. Take a long time. Move slowly and deliberately and with great attention.

When you acknowledge, as you must, that there is no such thing as perfect food, only the idea of it, then the real purpose of striving toward perfection becomes clear: to make people happy, that is what cooking is all about.

No he tenido las ilusiones de mi abuelo, pero no he evitado los mismos errores que él. El mundo no es tan importante como él creía, y todo lo que hay en él no tiene el valor que él temió durante toda su vida, y las palabras altisonantes y las frases altisonantes las he tomado siempre como lo que son: manifestaciones de incompetencia que no deben escucharse.

AB: I think great chefs evolve that balance between what they themselves can bring, creatively and technically. The great chefs understand human desire. They can balance nurturing with the desire to dazzle or seduce or impress. They understand those things, instinctively if not explicitly. They may not be able to articulate them, necessarily. But they do understand. There’s a lot going on. Ferran Adria, Thomas Keller. There is Mom’s voice in there somewhere. Because without that, it’s a sterile experience. It doesn’t really resonate as powerfully as it could.

Don’t say you don’t have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein. –H. Jackson Brown

La vida habla un lenguaje más lacónico, más aniquilador, que nosotros mismos hablamos hoy, no somos ya tan sentimentales que todavía tengamos esperanzas. La falta de esperanza nos ha dado una visión clara de los hombres, las cosas, las relaciones, el pasado, el futuro y así sucesivamente. Hemos llegado a la edad en que nosotros mismos somos la prueba de todo lo que nos ha golpeado durante nuestra vida.

Dylan Thomas was right: "Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light." Jesus is raging (at the death of Lazarus) against death. He doesn't say, "Look, just get used to it. Everybody dies. That's the way of the world. Resign yourself." No, he doesn't do that. Jesus is looking squarely at our greatest nightmare - the loss of life, the loss of loved ones and of love - and he's incensed. He's mad at evil and suffering, and even though he's God, he's not mad at himself... Evil and death are the result of sin and not of God's original design.

Başlangıçta yüzde yüzlük bir trajedi koydum sahneye, daha sonra bir yüzde yüzlük komedi, ardından yine bir trajedi. Sonunda türler karıştı, artık trajedi mi yoksa komedi mi olduğu anlaşılamıyor. Bu seyircilerin de kafasını karıştırıyor. Ruh halimiz tahmin edilemiyor. Her şeyiz ve hiçiz. Hiç şüphe yok ki er ya da geç, tam orta yerde mahvolacağız. Bunun dışındaki her şey akılsızca iddialardır. Kelimenin tam anlamıyla tiyatrodan yola çıktık. Doğanın kendisi gerçek bir tiyatro. İnsanlar ise, bizatihi tiyatro olan doğanın içindeki, kendilerinden artık pek bir şey beklenmeyen oyuncular.

Ich wußte, warum ich die Beamtin im Arbeitsamt Dutzende von Karteikarten aus dem Karteikasten herausnehmen hatte lassen, ich wollte in die entgegengesetzte Richtung, diesen Begriff in die entgegengesetzte Richtung hatte ich mir auf dem Weg in das Arbeitsamt immer wieder vorgesagt, immer wieder in die entgegengesetzte Richtung, die Beamtin verstand nicht, wenn ich sagte, in die entgegengesetzte Richtung, denn ich hatte ihr einmal gesagt, ich will in die entgegengesetzte Richtung, sie betrachtete mich wahrscheinlich als verrückt, denn ich hatte tatsächlich mehrere Male zu ihr in die entgegengesetzte Richtung gesagt, wie, dachte ich, kann sie mich auch verstehen, wo sie doch überhaupt nichts und nicht das geringste von mir weiß. Sie hatte mir, schon ganz verzweifelt über mich und über ihren Karteikasten, eine Reihe von Lehrstellen angeboten, aber diese Lehrstellen waren alle nicht in der entgegengesetzten Richtung gewesen, und ich mußte ihre Lehrstellenangebote ablehnen, ich wollte nicht nur in eine andere Richtung, ich wollte in die entgegengesetzte Richtung, ein Kompromiß war unmöglich geworden, so hatte die Beamtin immer wieder eine Karteikarte aus dem Karteikasten herauszuziehen gehabt, und ich hatte diese Karteikartenadresse abzulehnen gehabt, weil ich kompromißlos in die entgegengesetzte Richtung wollte, nicht nur in eine andere Richtung, nur in die entgegengesetzte. Die Beamtin hatte es so gut wie ihr möglich mit mir gemeint, und wahrscheinlich war sie von den ihr besten Adressen ausgegangen, sie betrachtete zum Beispiel eine Lehrstellenadresse in der Stadtmitte, also die Adresse eines der größten angesehensten Kleidergeschäfte mitten in der Stadt, als die allerbeste, und sie verstand ganz einfach nicht, daß mich nicht die allerbeste Adresse interessierte, sondern nur die entgegengesetzte, sie, die Beamtin, hatte mich ganz einfach gut unterbringen wollen, aber ich wollte ja gar nicht gut untergebracht sein, im Gegenteil, ich wollte in die entgegengesetzte Richtung, immer wieder hatte ich vorgebracht, in die entgegengesetzte Richtung, aber sie ließ sich dadurch nicht beirren, mir ihrerseits immer wieder eine sogenannte gute Adresse aus dem Karteikasten herauszuziehen, heute höre ich noch ihre Stimme Adressen sagen, die jeder in der Stadt kennt, die stadtbekanntesten und stadtberühmtesten Adressen, aber diese Adressen interessierten mich nicht, daß es sich um ein Geschäft handeln müsse, in das Menschen eintreten, sehr viele Menschen, hatte ich ihr sofort nach meinem Eintreten gesagt gehabt, aber ihr doch nicht erklären können, was ich meinte, wenn ich sagte, in die entgegengesetzte Richtung, ich hatte ihr erklärt, daß ich so viele Jahre durch die Reichenhaller Straße in die Stadt in das Gymnasium gegangen sei, jetzt wollte ich in die entgegengesetzte Richtung, gutmütig, wie sie gewesen war, entschlossen, wie ich, hatten wir über eine halbe Stunde das Karteikartenspiel gespielt, indem sie eine Karteikarte aus dem Karteikasten herauszog und eine Adresse nannte und ich die Adresse ablehnte; ich lehnte jede Adresse ab, weil keine dieser von ihr aus dem Karteikasten herausgezogenen Adressen jene gewesen war, die ich suchte, alle diese von mir abgelehnten Adressen, und damals hatte es, zum Unterschied von heute, Hunderte von offenen Handelslehrstellen in Salzburg gegeben, waren keine Adressen in der entgegengesetzten Richtung gewesen, die ich wünschte, die besten Adressen, die sich denken lassen, aber keine in der entgegengesetzten Richtung, bis die Adresse des Karl Podlaha in der Scherzhauserfeldsiedlung an der Reihe gewesen war.

He said wouldn't it be brilliant to have a food emporium on the ground floor of Fenton's, like Harrods, but have everything organic and locally grown." Diana paused to let the idea sink in. "I said not the ground floor of course, Fenton's isn't a supermarket, but the basement has been a dead zone for years. A whole floor dedicated to stationery when no one writes letters anymore." "A food emporium," Cassie repeated. "Fresh fish caught in the bay, oysters, crab when it's in season. Counters of vegetables you only find in the farmers market, those cheeses they make in Sonoma that smell so bad they taste good. Wines from Napa Valley, Ghirardelli chocolates, sourdough bread, sauces made by Michael Mina and Thomas Keller. Everything locally produced. And maybe a long counter with stools so you could sample bread and cheese, cut fruit, sliced vegetables. Not a true cafe because we'd keep the one on the fourth floor. It would have more the feel of a food bazaar, with the salespeople wearing aprons and white caps." Cassie closed her eyes and saw large baskets of vegetables, glass cases filled with goat cheese and baguettes, stands brimming with chocolate-covered strawberries.

The rung of a ladder was never meant to rest upon, but only to hold a man’s foot long enough to enable him to put the other somewhat higher.” —Thomas Henry Huxley

Meditation is the prayer by which we ponder God and the things of God. It

Lordship” petition: It is asking God to extend his royal power over every part of our lives—emotions, desires, thoughts, and commitments. It is reminiscent of Thomas Cranmer’s “collect” for the fourteenth Sunday after Trinity, “that we may obtain that which thou dost promise, make us to love that which thou dost command.” We are asking God to so fully rule us that we want to obey him with all our hearts and with joy.

Romans 8:16 tells us that the Spirit bears witness to our hearts that we are children of God. Part of the mission of the Spirit is to tell you about God’s love for you, his delight in you, and the fact that you are his child. These things you may know in your head, but the Holy Spirit makes them a fiery reality in your life. Thomas Goodwin, a seventeenth-century Puritan pastor, wrote that one day he saw a father and son walking along the street. Suddenly the father swept the son up into his arms and hugged him and kissed him and told the boy he loved him—and then after a minute he put the boy back down. Was the little boy more a son in the father’s arms than he was down on the street? Objectively and legally, there was no difference, but subjectively and experientially, there was all the difference in the world. In his father’s arms, the boy was experiencing his sonship.

Thomas Goodwin, a seventeenth-century Puritan pastor, wrote that one day he saw a father and son walking along the street. Suddenly the father swept the son up into his arms and hugged him and kissed him and told the boy he loved him—and then after a minute he put the boy back down. Was the little boy more a son in the father’s arms than he was down on the street? Objectively and legally, there was no difference, but subjectively and experientially, there was all the difference in the world. In his father’s arms, the boy was experiencing his sonship. When

St. Thomas Aquinas [M]editation is the cause of devotion since through meditation man conceives the idea of giving himself to God. A man forms this idea in one of two ways. The first is by considering the divine goodness and kindness, which leads to the thought expressed in the Psalms, “It is good for me to cling to my God, to put my hope in the Lord” (Ps 82:28). Considerations of this type awaken love which is the proximate cause of devotion. The second way is by considering man’s weaknesses, which leads to the realization that man must depend upon God. Hence the Psalmist says, “I lift up my eyes to the mountains, whence help shall come to me; my help is from the Lord, who made heaven and earth” (120:1). Consideration of man’s weaknesses leads a man to submit to God since it banishes presumption which leads man to trust in his own strength. (ST IIa–IIae, q. 82, a. 3 [G])

A man ought so to avoid giving offence, that he is not by improper word or deed the occasion of anyone’s downfall. “But if scandal arise from the truth, the scandal should be sustained rather than the truth be relinquished,” as [St.] Gregory says.

The Chrism Mass on Holy Thursday morning is a most fitting day for this renewal for it is the day when our Lord Jesus gave priestly power to the apostles in the Upper Room at the Last Supper and First Eucharist.

Don't say you don't have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein.   -H. Jackson Brown

The greatest among you must be your servant. Whoever exalts himself will be humbled; but whoever humbles himself will be exalted.” Matthew 23: 1-12

Aquinas would certainly agree with Saint Thérèse of Lisieux’s description: “prayer is a surge of the heart; it is a simple look turned toward heaven, it is a cry of recognition and of love, embracing both trial and joy.” (See Catechism of the Catholic Church, 2558–59.)

The joy of Lent is the interior peace that comes from the grace of being renewed in Christ Jesus.

Whoever wishes to lead a perfect life has nothing other to do than scorn what Christ scorned on the Cross and to desire what he desired.

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The rung of a ladder was never meant to rest upon, but only to hold a man’s foot long enough to enable him to put the other somewhat higher.” — Thomas Henry Huxley

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