Explore Quotes by Robert Breault

Every day I go forth to seek my identity, feeling greatly blessed by the things I don't find it in.

There is in every truth a wise saying, and in every contradiction, two wise sayings.

Most often the person you would die for would settle for dinner and a movie.

There are times when you seek your solitude, and your solitude just wants to be left alone.

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.

If indeed the death of a child is part of a larger plan, you wonder if God ever considered a smaller plan.

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.

So I said to myself, "There but for the grace of God go I," only to realize I was looking in a mirror and had seriously overestimated the grace of God.

There are memories I choose not to live with, but we hang out at the same bar.

It's not that I'm a Type-B personality. It's that I'm driven by a passionate, all-consuming desire to take it easy.

Though we often wonder why God does what he does, we can be sure he does it on better information.

My eyesight's gone, my reflexes are shot, and I can't stay awake, but thank God I can still drive.

Often it's just a short swim from the shipwreck of your life to the island paradise of your dreams, assuming you don't drown in the metaphor.

There are days when I'm alone with my thoughts, which is to say, not alone enough.

If there's anything better than a God-given talent, it's a God-given day job.

The first step toward telling the truth is to tell the whole lie.

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

The hardest thing to learn in the game of love is when to fold a winning hand.

Life never tires of testing the proposition that life must go on.

Usually the woman has an appointment with destiny, and the man just happens to be there.

There is a logical explanation for everything, often mistaken for the reason it happened.