Developmental Psych Quotes & Sayings

Joy and openness come from our own contented heart. — Gautama Buddha

Judas is a reflection of anyone who ends up rejecting Jesus. It's a tragic story?not something to shake your finger at, but something to be sad about. — Darrell Bock

Nobody can pretend to know what people want to read or hear or see. People rarely know it themselves; they only know it after the fact. — Cecelia Ahern

Fantastic fiction covers fantasy, horror and science fiction - and it doesn't get the attention it deserves from the literati. — China Mieville

Well you know for me, the action is the juice. — Tom Sizemore

There is no stranger under the cherry tree. — Kobayashi Issa

Don't throw away another day! No more procrastinating! Only YOU can make it happen. So, UN-ASS the couch and make it happen! — Steve Maraboli

How do people who live utterly alone survive? There are so many things that won't open. I've got a few dresses in New York, and I can somehow get them on, but I can't get them off. — Marian Seldes

Whatsoever that be within us that feels, thinks, desires, and animates, is something celestial, divine, and, consequently, imperishable. — Aristotle.

I have meant what I have done. Or I have often meant what I have done. Or I have sometimes meant what I have done. Or I have tried to mean what I was doing. — Jasper Johns

Because i do not travel the same road as you does not mean i am lost. — Mark T. Barnes

I am not a toy, September! Fairyland cannot just cast me aside when it's finished playing with me! If this place could steal my life from me, well, I, too, can steal. I know how the world works - the real world. I brought it all back with me - taxes and customs and laws and the Greenlist. If they wanted to just drop me back in the human world, I can drop the human world into theirs, every bit of it. I punished them all! I bound down their wings and I set the lions on them if they squeaked about it. I made Fairyland nice for the children who come over the gears, I made it safe. I did it for every child before me who had a life here, who was happy here! Don't you see, September? No one should have to go back. Not ever. We can fix this world, you and I. Uncouple the gears and save us both! Let this be a place where no one has to be dragged home, screaming, to a field full of tomatoes and a father's fists! — Catherynne M Valente

I don't think we should try to make space our own. I believe that as modern people we should live in mobility. We should always be moving. — Yohji Yamamoto

LONDON. TRINITY TERM one week old. Implacable June weather. Fiona Maye, a High Court judge, at home on Sunday evening, supine on a chaise longue, staring past her stockinged feet toward the end of the room, toward a partial view of recessed bookshelves by the fireplace and, to one side, by a tall window, a tiny Renoir lithograph of a bather, bought by her thirty years ago for fifty pounds. Probably a fake. Below it, centered on a round walnut table, a blue vase. No memory of how she came by it. Nor when she last put flowers in it. The fireplace not lit in a year. Blackened raindrops falling irregularly into the grate with a ticking sound against balled-up yellowing newsprint. A Bokhara rug spread on wide polished floorboards. Looming at the edge of vision, a baby grand piano bearing silver-framed family photos on its deep black shine. On the floor by the chaise longue, within her reach, the draft of a judgment. — Ian McEwan