Dimidium Quotes & Sayings

Was there ever any domination which did not appear natural to those who possessed it? ... the law of force itself, to those who could not plead any other, has always seemed the most natural of all grounds for the exercise of authority. — John Stuart Mill

The Existential-Epistemic Spiral - Meaning

Our central beliefs shape and guide us, but the staggering synergistic power of our dynamics working together creates an existential centripetal force at the core of our being - meaning.

Nothing affects us like meaning. Meaning is everything, the cumulative effect of all dynamics spinning inside of us. It generates and sustains our identity, creates stability and purpose. It drives our choices, shapes our feelings, and guides our morality. — Daniel Ionson

The time was ripe for Flower. The vibe was right. — Jody Watley

I'm not a writer, so I don't know what that looks like, but I can only imagine that you get all those great minds in that room, of those particular writers that created the show, and it's going to be great. — Carrie-Anne Moss

For God has not given us a spirit of fear. - 2 Timothy 1:7 — Gary Chapman

Maybe they were back to not talking. That's what she missed the most: talking. Serious, silly, bone-deep, flippant, all their words and thoughts like gifts to each other, the only gifts they, with their hobbled hearts, could give. — Julia Spencer-Fleming

Harper unlocked a drawer in his desk and removed a bottle of Vat 69 whiskey and two shot glasses. He uncorked the bottle while explaining that policy permitted him to give each crewman a shot to loosen his tongue before reviewing a tough mission. — Adam Makos

I wasn't a child who wanted to be an actor. — Mary Badham

Prudens quaestio dimidium scientiae - to know what to ask is already to know half. — Will Durant

Dimidium facti qui coepit habet: sapere aude" ("He who has begun is half done: dare to know!"). — Horace

Inside each man, though he did not know it, nor ever considered it, was the image of the woman he someday must love. Whether she was composed of all the music he had ever heard or all the trees he had ever seen or all the friends of his childhood, certainly no one could tell. Whether the eyes were his mother's, and the chin that of a girl cousin swimming in a summer lake twenty-five years ago, this was unknowable also. But most men carried this image, like a locket, like a pearl-cameo, in their head a lifetime, taking it out only rarely, taking it never, after marriage, afraid then to compare it to the reality. And most men never saw the woman they would love anywhere, in the dark theatre, in a book, or passing on the street. They saw her only after midnight when the city was asleep and the pillow was cool under their heads. And she was a composite of all dreams and all women and every moonlit night since the calendar began. — Ray Bradbury

Criminal defense really isn't so different from proctology. In both fields, it's one asshole after another. — Emma Chase