A Quote by Rachelle Lefevre

I'm a workaholic because I love to play, if that makes sense. — © Rachelle Lefevre
I'm a workaholic because I love to play, if that makes sense.
I'm a workaholic. I love every movie I've been in, even the bad ones, every TV series, every play, because I love to work. It's what keeps me going.
I'm a workaholic. My listeners, I think, they know me as a workaholic already. But, you know, work is my love.
When you educate a girl, you kick-start a cycle of success. It makes economic sense. It makes social sense. It makes moral sense. But, it seems, it's not common sense yet.
I don't think I'm a workaholic. Every weekend, I invite my colleagues and friends to my home to play cards. And people, my neighbors, are always surprised because I live on the second floor apartment, and there are usually 40 pairs of shoes in front of my gate, and people play cards inside and play chess. We have a lot of fun.
I've been a workaholic for many years, but at the same time, I do it because I love it.
When the writing is good and it suits your character, you don't have to memorize anything, because it just makes sense. You read it and you go, "Oh, that makes sense." And it's easy.
Just as music is noise that makes sense, a painting is colour that makes sense, so a story is life that makes sense.
A particular rule that seems to make sense in the individual case makes no sense when it is made a universal rule and applied to all cases. It makes no sense because it fails to take into account the connection between one broken window left untended and a thousand broken windows.
If I take up something, then it's only because I love it so. It makes no sense to leave it just because I got a better offer.
I'm a workaholic, and a lot of girls don't know how to deal with a workaholic.
Love, in the universal sense, is unconditional acceptance. In the individual sense, the one-on-one sense, try this: we can say we love each other if my life is better because you're in it and your life is better because I'm in it. The intensity of the love is weighted by how much better.
I think I'm a workaholic, but I'm a workaholic that is loving his work.
Craziest thing I ever did for love? It's all crazy. None of it makes any sense, does it, when you're in love with someone. It doesn't make any logical sense. I guess that's why they call it being in love.
I think your significant other should be way more important than your work. Personally, I love working. I don't know that I'd say I'm a workaholic because I also love maxing and relaxing.
Most of the time, when someone tells you something, and it makes sense, it just makes sense. And that's that. But sometimes it really doesn't make sense.
There was no way to laugh anymore, to love, to care, and there was a sense of guilt in having survived when others had been killed. I turned into a worse workaholic than I had already been by trying to work myself into the ground.
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