Abraham Maslows Quotes & Sayings

If drumsticks are for playing drums, you would think that breadsticks would be for playing bread, wouldn't you? "Would you like some breadsticks?" "No, thank you, I don't play bread. I play drums. Perhaps I'll have a drum roll." — George Carlin

There's something depressing about a young couple helplessly in love. Their state is so perfect, it must be doomed. They project such qualities on their lover that only disappointment can follow. — Roger Ebert

When you see something that is wrong, there is something that has to be right. — J.R. Rim

A lot of people talk to kids like they're idiots. When I'm telling my two-year-old that you don't throw a dish on the floor, I explain it as if they're a 25-year-old that hasn't quite figured it out yet. — David Walton

The Texas thing is such a big deal because whenever I see Texas in a TV show, they always show slow-moving cattle and cowboys with the hats. I wanted to show that Texas isn't a stereotype. — Cristela Alonzo

You'll find a way. You'll always find a way. And on the rare occasions when you can't, you'll have friends who will. — Michael Monroe

My heart is so wrapped up in you that you're my hopes and dreams. — Melissa Foster

What is the good of a man being honest in his worship of dishonesty? — G.K. Chesterton

Eliminate your doubts because doors mysteriously love to welcome the minds without doubts and open themselves! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

See, when you drive home today, you've got a big windshield on the front of your car. And you've got a little bitty rearview mirror. And the reason the windshield is so large and the rearview mirror is so small is because what's happened in your past is not near as important as what's in your future. — Joel Osteen

My Ty. My Ty. Christ. Fuck. Christ. Two words. Just two words. Walker had no clue until that moment that two words could mean so fucking much. He'd never belonged to anyone. He'd never belonged anywhere. Never thought he wanted to. Until he heard those two words. — Kristen Ashley

I can't stall any longer. I think of what my therapist would tell me to do if she was sitting right next to me, watching me act like a coward. She'd say rip the Band-Aid off. Allow the wound to breathe..to heal itself. The worst part is in the anticipation of the tear, not the tear itself. — Vi Keeland