Robert Breault Quotes

The trick to liking who you are is not to hate too much the person it turned out you weren't.

Perchance God will pity a race that sought the better angels of its nature and found only its lesser demons.

Ah, yes, my social life — a series of encounters where we briefly debate who is in the greater rush.

Love may be blind, but if you've ever known a blind person, they still know where everything is.

Conspicuously absent from the Ten Commandments is any obligation of parent to child. We must suppose that God felt it unnecessary to command by law what He had ensured by love.

All your life you pretend to be someone else, and it turns out that you were someone else pretending to be you.

All any child needs is the protection of loving parents and an alternative source of information.

A family is a bunch of people who keep confusing you with someone you were as a kid.

It is not necessary to be strong in every place if in the place you are vulnerable, you are loved.

How do you achieve success? Well, for one thing, you don't define it before you achieve it.

There are days when you need someone who just wants to be your sunshine and not the air you breathe.

Of what use to get what you want if you must become someone else to get it.

Optimist: Someone who figures that taking a step backwards after taking a step forwards is not a disaster. It's a cha-cha.

If you could travel back in time to the present moment, what would you do differently?

It is seeing ourselves in others that often prompts the remark, 'There's something about that person I don't trust.

Life is a series of family photos in which eventually you stop showing up.

The first goal of writing is to have one's words read successfully.

Hamlet at 70: "To sleep, perchance to dream. To awaken, perchance to go to the bathroom."

What you must accept as a parent is that you cannot always be there for your child without sometimes ruining everything.

I don't know that there are real ghosts and goblins, But there are always more trick-or-treaters than neighborhood kids.

There are three dimensions of time, two of which contain happier days.

Though you lose all hope, there is still hope, and it loves to surprise.

It's annoying to be disapproved of by people who know only half the story, especially when you're not sure which half they know.

Happiness is having a dream you cannot let go of and a partner who would never ask you to.

You can be sad recalling sad times, but if you really want to be sad, recall happy times.

There is in every artist's studio a scrap heap of discarded works in which the artist's discipline prevailed against his imagination.

All is illusion, although as long as there's an illusion that the kids need to be fed, all might as well be reality.

While I occasionally enjoy a bout of nostalgia, I would generally rather dream forward than backward.

There is no such thing as a list of reasons. There is either one sufficient reason or a list of excuses.

While I find that I can keep my nose out of other people's business, I do have a curiosity as to their non-business activities.

It's a safe bet that someone who tells you you need to calm down has never actually seen you when you needed to calm down.

It is a shame to see in the work of an artist the limitations of his critics.

Since the majority is always wrong, might we try one election day where all the losers take office?

It is a rare woman who can overcome her desire to remain pretty and allow herself to become beautiful.

If I had it to do again, I would less often judge myself and more often ask for a jury.

Sometimes, perhaps, we are allowed to get lost that we may find the right person to ask directions of.

Sometimes you believe a thing that isn't true because in the world you wish to live in, it would be true.

There is no actual law that says that a person of inner beauty cannot also maintain an appearance.

Charisma is not just saying hello. It's dropping what you're doing to say hello.

Some say that true love is a mirage; seek it anyway, for all else is surely desert.

A blogger is an average person who happens to have a need to count his friends every half hour.

There is no daily chore so trivial that it cannot be made important by skipping it two days running.

There is a public me and a private me, who, if they were separate people, probably wouldn't exchange Christmas cards.

Never mind the odds against you. If you doubled your effort, what would the odds against you do — send for reinforcements?

Through the blackest night, morning gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn.

The happiest memories are of moments that ended when they should have.

When compiling his great dictionary, the young Noah Webster travels to the Himalayas, where he climbs to the cave of the world's wises man. 'O, great sage,' he says, 'tell me the meaning of life.' The sage sits Noah at his feet and, with great solemnity, commences to unfold the meaning of life. When finished, he places a hand on the young man's shoulder and says, 'Do you have any other questions, my son?' Noah flips a page in his notebook and says, 'You wouldn't know the meaning of lift, would you?'

Nowadays you envy a manic-depressive. Half the time he's happy, the other half he's right.