Glaudini Of Early Criminal Minds Quotes & Sayings

The nature of consciousness is to point beyond itself. It is a tending toward or pointing to ... Since consciousness points beyond itself, it is in its very being a self-transcendence. — William Barrett

I have enough to think about - I just don't ever want to have to think about my car. — Scott Ian

What do you call a hundred blondes stacked on top of each other? An air mattress. — Various

On education - Every bit does some good. I'm lucky I know how to read. It's a candle in a dark room. What I don't know, I can find out for myself. It's easier to fool someone who can't figure things out on his own. — Nadia Hashimi

Turkey's economy is powerful enough to tackle tough times. — Ali Babacan

The moment is brief, barely enough for a flutter of the pulse but long enough for her illusory self to catch up with the reality of the woman gazing back from the shopwindow. It is a little devastating. This is what aging is, she thinks — Khaled Hosseini

Barret thinks- he thinks, briefly- of turning around and leaving the park; of being, this time, the vanisher, the man who leaves you wondering, who offers no explanation, not even the sour satisfaction of a real fight; who simply drifts away, because (it seems) there's affection and there's sex but there's no urgency, no little hooks clasping little eyes; no binding, no dogged devotions, no prayers for mercy, not when mercy can be so easily self-administered. What would it be like, Barrett wonders, to be the other, the man who's had the modest portion he thinks of as enough, who slips away before the mess sets in, before he's available to accusation and recrimination, before the authorities start demanding of him When, and Why, and With Whom — Michael Cunningham

Cursing my heels and debating whether it was faster to stop and take them off
damn ankle straps!
or keep running with the potential neck breakers. Wouldn't that make a charming epitaph? Here lies Cat. Killed not by fang, but Ferragamos. — Jeaniene Frost

I spent the whole evening sitting before a mirror to keep myself company. — Cesare Pavese