Deinstitutionalized Means Quotes & Sayings

My goal, once upon a time, was to succeed. I didn't realize that success wasn't grades or scholarships or achievements, but the people I was lucky enough to have in my life. — Elle Kennedy

Now my wandering days are over. It will be bliss to settle down. Bliss. There's a word, now. Bliss to love and to be loved. — Betty Smith

The river of time may fork into rivers, in which case you have a parallel reality and so then you can become a time traveler and not have to worry about causing a time paradox. — Michio Kaku

The first New Year after they died felt like another betrayal--we were leaving behind the last year in which they had lived, a year they had known, and starting on a year that they would never experience. — Lydia Davis

But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us (Rom. 5:8). — Charles F. Stanley

For three years, between 16 and 19, I was the opening-act-for-the-opening-act-for-the-opening-act, you know? And then I was on tour with Ice-T, Stetsasonic, EPMD, Sir Mix-a-Lot - legends - and went on to sell 160 million records. It still baffles me. — Vanilla Ice

The human brain is like a memory system that records every thing that happens to us and makes intelligent predictions based on those experiences. — Daniel Tammet

The heart is not so constituted, and the only way to dispossess it of an old affection is by the expulsive power of a new one — Thomas Chalmers

It's just hard to see people from your past when your present is so cataclysmically fucked. — Jonathan Tropper

The fact is, very few of us are real imposters. And it's different from play-acting. Imposterism or imposture comes from the core of your being because there's nothing else there. Your central being never develops a self; that's not a disadvantage, entirely, though you do have to fight for your point of view, almost as if you were dead. — Janet Frame

Cruelty is a mystery, and the waste of pain. But if we describe a word to compass these things, a world that is a long, brute game, then we bump against another mystery: the inrush of power and delight, the canary that sings on the skull. — Annie Dillard

In Britain I'm sometimes regarded as a suspiciously Europeanized writer, who has this rather dubious French influence. — Julian Barnes