Robert Breault Quotes

The trick to playing second fiddle is to play it like second Stradivarius.

For every person you can trust, there was first a child who was trusted.

Life is a series of family photos in which you keep moving to the rear until finally you're a portrait in the background.

I identify more with people who ask each day for divine guidance than people equipped with a divine guidance system.

I look into the faces of people struggling with their own lives, and I do not see strangers.

It helps if you don't see it as traffic but rather as thousands of individuals resolved to press on another day.

Be the master of your fate, be the captain of your soul, but do not hesitate, should the chance befall you, to be the slave of your heart.

Yes, I believe in guardian angels, because otherwise I must believe that life is a string of death-defying miracles - and I don't believe in miracles.

Is it my imagination, or does shipping and handling settle a box of crackers more than it used to?

I am a private person, but I will reveal this about myself: if you start massaging my shoulders, don't expect me to tell you to stop.

Perhaps we are given a mom that we might take into death the memory of a lullaby.

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

You get to an age when there are really just two reasons to get up in the morning — for goodness sake and for heaven's sake.

It’s my luck that every time I feel I completely comprehend God’s plan, I don’t have a pencil with me.

Sometimes to do the right thing, we must keep a promise we never made.

We are, many of us, a planet orbiting somebody's sun, unconscious of a lonely moon, orbiting our planet.

Does it seem sometimes that you are always the one to break an embarrassing silence — and always by saying something more embarrassing than the silence?

As a gardener, I wonder if flowers really can't speak or just exercise unfailing good judgment in the matter.

At some point you must decide if you want to succeed or just be someone who was never to blame for anything going wrong.

Seems like nothing ever brings you back to reality that makes you want to stay there.

In the end the reason for anything is inseparable from the reason for everything.

There is an instinct in a woman to love most her own child - and an instinct to make any child who needs her love, her own.

I was once a skeptic but was converted by the two missionaries on either side of my nose.

I suppose I will die never knowing what pumpkin pie tastes like when you have room for it.

There was never a wise saying that couldn't be made wiser by adding the words, "and vice-versa.

The human species is made up of seven billion subspecies each consisting of one specimen.

We are each a dozen people who were all the same child.

If Creation were a crime, would not God be the prime suspect?

One's dream is defeated not by unsolvable problems, but by all the more-or-less satisfactory solutions that kill it forever.

Art is an attempt to understand, yielding pleasure in the attempt whether or not we understand.

A bottle of wine Still to be drunk, A bundle of thoughts Still to be thunk.

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

No matter how you hurry, you will notice at the end of the day that you traveled at the speed of time.

It's a nasty divorce when they can't agree on how to divvy up the His and Hers towels.

Love is at first a set of delusions, which, as time goes by, are discarded like training wheels, and you love truly.

What we seek in the end is not unconditional love but a love for which we, uniquely in all the world, meet all the conditions.

I’ve concluded, after many years, that my mind works by process of elimination. Problem is, it hasn’t eliminated anything yet.

Perhaps God gives us a physical body so that every time we change our mind, we won’t be someone else.

I'm right-handed, whereas the fellow in my mirror is left-handed

The Seven Deadly Sins are a litany of victimless crimes, compiled to distract attention from the bloody felonies of the righteous.

For some it is love undeniably. For others it is making it work, never actually knowing what it is.

After a lifetime of deep thought, I've decided that life is a distraction, but probably not from anything important.

If a language is corruptible, then a constitution written in that language is corruptible.

What good is love if you never ask anything of it?

The key to enjoying the moment is to always carry a list of "Things I Gotta Do That Can Wait.

I believe in a real, physical world. I figure if the world existed only in my mind, it would pay more attention to me.

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

Wherever a mom goes, a prayer has been already there.

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

Most people would rather defend to the death your right to say it than listen to it.