Gerontology Journal Quotes & Sayings

Not knowing the name of the tree,
I stood in the flood
of its sweet scent. — Matsuo Basho

It's those difficult times that inform the next wonderful time, and it's a series of trade-offs, of events, of wins and losses. — Brad Pitt

Depression is hard to describe not just because it is complex and abstract but also because it occupies the part of us capable of describing things. — Sarah Manguso

If the Mets can win the World Series, the United States can get out of Vietnam. — Tom Seaver

Shame makes self-acceptance and self-love impossible. — Bell Hooks

Having my son, I mean, I feel already that it makes me a better actress. Just the feeling and the love that expands in my being is more than I ever thought possible. — Lauren Ambrose

...obscurantist feature in social scientists trying to combine pluralism with environmentalism. They are so preoccupied with the role of prejudice in creating hostile environments that they perpetually deny the obvious, that stereotypes are rough generalizations about groups derived from long-term observation. Such generalizations are usually correct in describing group tendencies and in predicting certain collective actions, even if they do not adequately account for differences among individuals. Nonetheless, as Goldberg explains, the self-described pluralist and prominent psychologist Gordon Allport went out of his way in The Nature of Prejudice (1954) to reject stereotypes as factually inaccurate as well as socially harmful. For Allport and a great many other social Scientists, nothing is intuitively correct unless it is politically so. — Paul Edward Gottfried

If we indulge in inordinate affection, anger, anxiety, God holds us responsible; but He also insists that we have to be passionately filled with the right emotions. — Oswald Chambers

What tended to happen, to Colin and Mary at least, was that subjects were not explored so much as defensively reiterated, or forced into elaborate irrelevancies, and suffused with irritability. — Ian McEwan

From Labor Day through Halloween, the place is almost unbearably beautiful. The air during these weeks seems less like ether and more like a semisolid, clear and yet dense somehow, as if it were filled with the finest imaginable golden pollen. The sky tends toward brilliant ice-blue, and every thing and being is invested with a soft, gold-ish glow. Tin cans look good in this light; discarded shopping bags do. I'm not poet enough to tell you what the salt marsh looks like at high tide. I confess that when I lived year-round in Provincetown, I tended to become irritable toward the end of October, when one supernal day after another seemed to imply that the only reasonable human act was to abandon your foolish errands and plans, go outside, and fall to your knees. — Michael Cunningham

Read the lyrics to N. Young's Harvest Moon and you'll know. — N. Young

I do stupid stuff like that: I'll call my wife from the road, send her pictures of glaciers. — Adam Ferrara

Jim Thompson understood something about the serial killer before the psychology caught up to it, which is that they are detached to it and they do want to get caught. — Val Kilmer