Genteal Clothing Quotes & Sayings

I don't have friends. I talk to people when I have to. I smile. I do the socially acceptable thing and tolerate people when I'm at work. But no one gets in my personal space. I don't need anybody! — Stevie J. Cole

We are always doing something to cover up our basic existential anxiety. Some people live that way until the day they die. — Joko Beck

I'm all for 'tools,' not 'schools,' of therapy. To me, the schools of therapy compete much like religions, or even cults, all claiming to know the cause and to have the best method for treating people. — David D. Burns

It is vital for these new believers to understand that this is not a cult following any man. We seek the risen Lord. Our allegiance is to him alone. All power derives from Jesus and resides in him. — Janette Oke

Joe!' he called. 'Hey, honey, can you get the pretty girl a Coke?'
'Only if you stop calling me *honey*,' the bartender, a bearded man in his thirties, replied. 'We've had this discussion before, Harrison.'
'Aw, Joe. It's so cute that you think I listen. — Kody Keplinger

Wilshere looks like he's got the grit between his teeth — Darren Gough

Working in television is very hard. I think people know that. — John Noble

The great fault of logic is that it seems so reasonable, even when it is not. — L.E. Modesitt Jr.

When people ask me what philosophy is, I say philosophy is what you do when
you don't know what the right questions are yet. Once you get the questions
right, then you go answer them, and that's typically not philosophy, that's
one science or another. Anywhere in life where you find that people aren't
quite sure what the right questions to ask are, what they're doing, then,
is philosophy. — Daniel Dennett

An old house that had lived its life long ago and so was very quiet and wise and a little mysterious. Also a little austere, but very kind. — L.M. Montgomery

A woman once described a friend of hers as being such a keen listener that even the trees leaned toward her, as if they were speaking their innermost secrets into her listening ears. Over the years I've envisioned that woman's silence, a hearing full and open enough that the world told her its stories. The green leaves turned toward her, whispering tales of soft breezes and the murmurs of leaf against leaf. — Linda Hogan

Is it good? It ain't Shakespeare, but then, Shakespeare wrote Titus Andronicus, so you tell me. — John Scalzi

Wonder is wisdom. — Lailah Gifty Akita

Before it had awoke to die on the instant of its waking, a score of bells and clocks had shouted midday and for a minute after its death, from near and far the clappers in their tents of rusted iron clanged across Gormenghast. — Mervyn Peake