Behavorism Quotes & Sayings

Sorrow is sorrow. — Lailah Gifty Akita

As children, we think our mother has always been a mother, but it is just one of the roles you may have the opportunity to play. They don't define you as a human being. — Amy Bloom

Don't let a mad world tell you that success is anything other than a successful present moment. — Eckhart Tolle

One of the greatest source of danger in life is to find the right path and stand on it. If you find the right way, run on it, don't stand on it. Something may be coming from behind; it will surely crush you when you are static. — Israelmore Ayivor

The only option for a creative person was constant motion - a lifetime of busy whirligigging in a generally forward direction, until you couldn't do it any longer. — Meg Wolitzer

Who are you?" the woman said at last.
"Lyra Silver - "
"No, where d'you come from? What are you? How do you know things like this?" Wearily Lyra sighed; she had forgotten how roundabout Scholars could be. It was difficult to tell them the truth when a lie would have been so much easier for them to understand. — Philip Pullman

Sometimes life doesn't happen in chronological order. — Colleen Hoover

All my life I have written letters - to our mother, our relatives, a wide circle of friends and acquaintance, to my husband, to you. Correspondence has always been as necessary to my happiness as a well-cooked dinner, and I've found it more sustaining for its generosity: an act of charity that returned to me a hundredfold ... — Delia Sherman

But when she looked at Prue tonight, she saw this was not now quite true of her. She was just beginning, just moving, just descending. — Virginia Woolf

you'll have your city back, all nice and clean and ready to go to the dogs again — Dashiell Hammett

I was very chatty and talkative and always getting sent out of class for talking too much and not paying attention, passing notes. — Lucy Punch

It is the weak and confused who worship the pseudosimplicities of brutal directness. — Marshall McLuhan

The scene before her flattened, lost one of its dimensions, and the noise dribbled irrelevantly down its face. Something was coming. This moment, this very experience of it, seemed only the thinnest gauze. She sat in the audience thinking
someone here has cancer, someone has a broken heart, someone's soul is lost, someone feels naked and foreign, thinks they once knew the way but can't remember the way, feels stripped of armor and alone, there are people in this audience with broken bones, others whose bones will break sooner or later, people who've ruined their health, worshipped their own lives, spat on their dreams, turned their backs on their true beliefs, yes, yes, and all will be saved. All will be saved. All will be saved. — Denis Johnson