Eriksons Stages Of Development Quotes & Sayings

She who is in slow motion,
Is glowing red with blood
Which is mine. — Keishi Ando

the prophet's calling, though laudable, is laughable. More, the prophet's intensity makes him look ridiculous. Is there any person more pathetic than the prophet proclaiming what everybody knows will never happen? — Marc H. Ellis

He who is not prepared today, will be less so tomorrow. — Jeff Wheeler

I am obsessed with not being obsessed with acquiring material things. — Mokokoma Mokhonoana

WORTH IT and perfect are different things. No one's perfect, yet in romance, everyone becomes WORTH IT. And that's the trick. — Maureen Johnson

Where was the end of the story? Surely, the final stage would be reached when the audience forgot it was an audience, and became part of the action. To achieve this would involve stimulation of all the senses, and perhaps hypnosis as well, but many believed it to be practical. When the goal was attained, there would be an enormous enrichment of human experience. A man could become - for a while, at least - any other person, and could take part in any conceivable adventure, real or imaginary. — Arthur C. Clarke

I felt my pride like a prison. — Vanessa Veselka

School choice is one of the strongest ways we have to educate our children, .. believes in school choice and he is going to work hard to enact school choice. — Ari Fleischer

We pray because our own solutions don't work and because prayer deploys, activates, and fortifies us against the attacks of the enemy. We — Priscilla Shirer

A society composed of none but the wicked could not exist; it contains within itself the seeds of its own destruction, and without a flood, would be swept away from the earth by the deluge of its own iniquity. — Charles Caleb Colton

If there exist fortunate people, if from time to time the wild sun of joy soars towards foreign lands in a sweet whirling of ecstasy - then where are the words which might tell of this? And if in the world there exists a beauty for enchantment, then how might one describe it?
("The Poison Garden") — Valery Bryusov