Diploma For Mothers Quotes & Sayings

The person - especially a woman - may be disillusioned by the fact that over time a man's affection turns out to be only, so to speak, a cover for desire or even for an explicit will to use. Both a woman and a man may be disillusioned by the fact that the values attributed to the beloved person turn out to be fiction. Because of the dissonance between the ideal and the reality, affective love is sometimes not only extinguished but even transformed into affective hatred. — Pope John Paul II

It is with logic that one proves; it is with intuition that one invents. — Henri Poincare

I would always consider flying in space again, without a question. — Scott Kelly

I'm never angry at anybody! No human being can do anything important enough for that. You get angry at people when you feel that their acts are important. I don't feel that way any longer. — Carlos Castaneda

People in Hollywood are going make pictures where ever it's the least expensive to make them. — Wayne Rogers

In this moment that blooms and fades as it passes, he is enough, and all is well in the world. — Lauren Groff

You love your wars for the coffers, but for the warrior and the widow, the orphan and the owned, you've not two dry fucks to give. — Christopher Moore

Beyond the field my eyes studied a long wall of pine trees, a windbreak of sorts that stretched from the road back toward an old farmhouse and an older barn surrounded by low brush. Through the binoculars, I could just make out the top of Carney's Impala parked in the side yard by the house. From a long way off you could see that the white house paint was blistered or gone to bare clapboard. The roof of the barn looked like it had been hit by lightning at some point. There was a charred, gaping hole on one corner. The whole structure sagged left. — James Patterson

Take care in your actions, hunter. There will be many who wish you harm. You stand in the way of many wills and they will all try to overcome you. You must remember: you cannot fight fire with fire, — M.R. Merrick