A Quote by Ray Dalio

He who lives by the crystal ball will eat shattered glass. — © Ray Dalio
He who lives by the crystal ball will eat shattered glass.
He who lives by the crystal ball soon learns to eat ground glass.
Work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back. The other four balls - family, health, friends, integrity - are made of glass. If you drop one of these, it will be irrevocably scuffed, nicked, perhaps even shattered.
You will soon understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back. But the other four balls - family, health, friends and spirit - are made of glass. If you drop these, they will be irrevocably scuffed, marked, nicked, damaged, or even shattered. They will never be the same. You must understand that and strive for it.
He who looks in the crystal ball ends up eating glass... They're way, way close.
There weren’t any fairy tales in the streets around me. If there was ever a Cinderella, her glass slippers shattered under her weight and she limped home bleeding from the ball.
Imagine life is a game in which you are juggling five balls. The balls are called work, family, health, friends, and integrity. And you're keeping all of them in the air. But one day you finally come to understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back. The other four balls...are made of glass. If you drop one of these, it will be irrevocably scuffed, nicked, perhaps even shattered.
There will be Apple Glass, and Google Glass, and RIM Glass. These companies are all working on glass. I think everyone is going to be making glass. I think we're also going to have a glass war instead of a smartphone war.
I love 'Shattered Glass.' It's one of my favorite movies. I think it's just brilliant.
I believe women still face a glass ceiling that must be shattered.
For we live with those retrievals from childhood that coalesce and echo throughout our lives, the way shattered pieces of glass in a kaleidoscope reappear in new forms and are songlike in their refrains and rhymes, making up a single monologue. We live permanently in the recurrence of our own stories, whatever story we tell.
When we're able to get stops, get the ball off the glass and run, you never know who's going to get the ball. Everyone takes off, runs to their spots, and the ball just finds the open man.
I hear the ruin of all space, shattered glass and toppled masonry, and time one livid final flame.
I'm not a psychic. I don't look at a crystal ball.
I can't speak for the future. I have no crystal ball.
I'm not scared at all... Of the cracks in the crystal ball.
the magic is inside you. there ain't no crystal ball
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