43713 Quotes & Sayings

If a senator calls me up and asks me what should we do in Iraq, I'm happy to talk to him. — Fareed Zakaria

What is unconscious cannot be abolished by proclamation or prohibition. One can, however, develop sensitivity toward recognizing it and begin to experience it consciously, and thus eventually gain control over it. A mother cannot truly respect her child as long as she does not realize what deep shame she causes him with an ironic remark, intended only to cover her own uncertainty. Indeed, she cannot be aware of how deeply humiliated, despised, and devalued her child feels, if she herself has never consciously suffered these feelings, and if she tries to fend them off with irony. — Alice Miller

Some disquieting confessions must be made in printing at last the play of Peter Pan; among them this, that I have no recollection of having written it. — J.M. Barrie

The decision of their fates lay elsewhere, and the thought of that alone was utterly terrifying. — Ross Turner

I'd run over Russ Grimm's mother to win the Super Bowl, too. — Matt Millen

Just because you can, doesn't necessarily mean that you sh — Bill Collins

'The Night of the Living Dead' zombies, I think I might have a shot at surviving. If they're the fast ones, I may have well just give up. — Michael Spradlin

Still leaning against the handrail, I studied the firefly. Neither I nor it made a move for a very long time. The wind continued sweeping past the two of us while the numberless leaves of the zelkova tree rustled in the darkness. — Haruki Murakami

Water links us all as human beings. Everyone needs water, and we all have challenges about it, no matter where we live. Yet even in the U.S., people aren't aware of problems facing water. — Ann Bancroft

Tell me a way you think this can work."
"We'll find a way," I tell her.
"That's not an answer. It's a hope."
"Hope's gotten us this far. Not answers. — David Levithan

There was a space program before there was integrated circuits. — Jack Kilby

...Home is within, that kinda thing. — Shradhdha. S

When the locked door opens, and there comes in a young woman, deadly pale, and with long fair hair, who glides to the fire, and sits down in the chair we have left there, wringing her hands. — Charles Dickens