Deep Meaning Short Quotes & Sayings

I'm very lucky, I do have an amazing husband. — Mila Kunis

It is difficult not to write satire. — Juvenal

I wish I had a lot of tattoos. — Kristen Wiig

There's a ball. There's a hoop. You put the ball through the hoop. That's success. — Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

A gray leather couch was against the wall. Above it was a giant framed photo of One Direction. — Jennifer L. Armentrout

Autobiographical memory: Memory across the lifespan for both specific events and self-related information. — Alan Baddeley

Choices. This is all about choices. I chose to be rough with you sexually, but not brutalize you, and you chose to bitch about it. So, I am tired. I am pissed off. Pissed about your tantrum. Pissed about your lack of appreciation for my caring about you. So I give you this choice. Stick your ass in the air and I'll beat it with this cane. Refuse or stop holding your ass up, I'll take your clothing and beat you all over with it. — Wes Williams

As he analyzed the areas that fire in chronic pain, he observed that many of those areas also process thoughts, sensations, images, memories, movements, emotions, and beliefs - when they are not processing pain. That observation explained why, when we are in pain, we can't concentrate or think well; why we have sensory problems and often can't tolerate certain sounds or light; why we can't move more gracefully; and why we can't control our emotions very well and become irritable and have emotional outbursts. The areas that regulate these activities have been hijacked to process the pain signal. — Norman Doidge

Knowing someone's voice implies communion, communication, familiarity, and fellowship, in other words - relationship. We know Christ's voice, because a relationship exists between us. He knows us, and we know Him. His perfect knowledge of us, however, precedes our incomplete knowledge of Him, and our knowledge flows from His.20 — James R. White

There's so much more to tell about Africa than the usual stories about war, famine and disease. — Komla Dumor

THE DAY

The day was a year at first
When children played in the garden;

The day shrank down to a month
When the boys played ball;

The day was a week thereafter
When young men walked in the garden;

the day was itself a day
when love grew tall

the day shrank down to an hour
when old man limped in the garden

The day will last forever
When it is nothing at all. — Theodore Spencer