Fenomenele Psihologiei Quotes & Sayings

The Bible is a warm letter of affection from a parent to a child; and yet there are many who see chiefly the severer passages. As there may be fifty or sixty nights of gentle dews in one summer, that will not cause as much remark as one hailstorm of half an hour, so there are those who are more struck by those passages of the Bible that announce the indignation of God than by those that announce His affection. — Thomas De Witt Talmage

Your true nature is that of infinite spirit. The feeling of limitation is the work of the mind. — Ramana Maharshi

It's disappointing to feel sad for no reason. Sadness can be almost pleasantly indulgent when you have a way to justify it. — Allie Brosh

The attentions of others matter to us because we are afflicted by a congenital uncertainty as to our own value, as a result of which affliction we tend to allow others' appraisals to play a determining role in how we see ourselves. Our sense of identity is held captive by the judgements of those we live among. — Alain De Botton

The happiness we seek cannot be found through grasping, trying to hold on to things. It cannot be found through getting serious and uptight about wanting things to go in the direction we think will bring happiness. We are always taking hold of the wrong end of the stick. The point is that the happiness we seek is already here and it will be found through relaxation and letting go rather than through struggle. — Pema Chodron

I guess trick, Delicious. I am flat out of sweetness. — Piper Kerman

A person's ethics and character are not tested in good times. It is only in bad times that a person shows how steadfast he is to his dharma. — Amish Tripathi

Harriet resisted, until Tara pulled out the big move ... the combination "lean-against nuzzle, with a slight lick and an adoring glance." In dog-land the move had a degree of difficulty of nine point seven, and as far as I know, there is no known defense against it. — David Rosenfelt

Your mother left you. Trevor used you and gave you up. Your father is dead. None of it was your fault, yet you constantly want to saddle yourself with the guilt, and this ridiculous notion of being unworthy. Its fucking destroying you. And not just you. Everyone who cares about you. So just shut up. I may not know the depth of you pain. I may not have been with you through every single dramatic incident that has happened in you life, but I love you, Sarah. And I want you to be happy. — S.J. Wright

The parlour cars and Pullmans are packed also with scented assassins, salad-eaters who murder on milk. — W. H. Auden