56411sg000 Quotes & Sayings

Classic economic theory, based as it is on an inadequate theory of human motivation, could be revolutionized by accepting the reality of higher human needs, including the impulse to self actualization and the love for the highest values. — Abraham Maslow

You must not blame us scientists for the use which war technicians have put our discoveries. — Lise Meitner

We are alive within mystery, by miracle ... We have more than we can know. We know more than we can say. — Wendell Berry

Never give up on your existence. — Lailah Gifty Akita

I have never known anyone worth a damn who wasn't irascible. — Ezra Pound

... [T]he letters of the alphabet (two Cs, a large D; the combination of Y, S, and L) belong on an ophthalmologist's chart. For the Parisienne, luxury should never be spelled out. — Anne Berest

Before I left for Germany, I had gotten accepted to the performing arts high school in New York, which was a big dream of mine. And having to leave that was very sad for me. — Nina Arianda

You can run but you can't hide ... but I can try. I feel air catch in my lungs and I get a cramp in my side and this pain, this wonderful physical pain that I can place, reminds me that after all I am still alive. — Jodi Picoult

There is a joy in danger. — Napoleon Bonaparte

You're a psychopath."
"I prefer creative. — Becca Fitzpatrick

Let us speak of this in purely human terms. Oh! how pitiable a person who has never felt the loving urge to sacrifice everything for love, who has therefore been unable to do so! — Soren Kierkegaard

Bad people doing bad things is not interesting. What I find interesting is good people doing bad things. — Amy Bloom

We may not always finish what we start but God always finishes what He starts. — Rick Warren

Gemma Davidson," she answered, her voice as groggy as I felt.
"Where are you?" I asked.
"Who is this?"
"Elvis."
"What time is it?"
"Hammer time?"
"Charley."
"Did you text me? Did your car break down?"
"No and no. Why are you doing this to me?" She was funny.
"Check your cell."
I heard a loud, sleepy sigh, some rustling of sheets, then, "It won't come on."
"Not at all?"
"No. What did you do to it?"
"I ate it for breakfast. Check the battery compartment."
"Where the hell is that?"
"Um, behind the battery door."
"Are you punking me?" I heard her fumbling with the phone.
"Gem, if I was going to punk you, I wouldn't simply turn off your phone. I would pour honey in your hair while you slept. Or, you know, something like that."
"That was you?" she asked, appalled. — Darynda Jones

We live close together and we live far apart. We all go through the same things-it's all just a different kind of the same thing. — Susan Glaspell