Haeberlein Bangor Quotes & Sayings

I wasn't scared of childbirth. I educated myself and did my fair share of research, and that made me feel a little more prepared. — Jamie-Lynn Sigler

When someone sees a soul disturbed and unable to see something, he won't laugh mindlessly, but he'll take into consideration whether it has come from a brighter life and is dimmed through not having yet become accustomed to the dark or whether it has come from greater ignorance into greater light and is dazzled by the increased brillance. — Plato

Football linemen are motivated by a more complicated, self- determining series of factors than the simple fear of humiliation in the public gaze, which is the emotion that galvanizes the backs and receivers. — Merlin Olsen

Life is a relentless expulsion from where we come from and an ongoing deportation to alien realms. We are in exile and our greatest dream is to return to the lost land. It is the greatest dream because no matter how long our exile is going to last, the dream will remain. It is the greatest dream because when we finally care only for this dream, then our exile will be over. — Franco Santoro

I've been in Los Angeles for a while, and the kind of psychological connection that one makes to people, it just doesn't happen out here. — Wayne Knight

The amount of sophistication varies according to the quality of the medium, and to the state of the same medium at different times; it must be attributed in the best cases physiologically to the medium, intellectually to the control. — Oliver Joseph Lodge

Night is the mother of thoughts. — John Florio

Dear Daddy-Long-Legs,
You never answered my question and it was very important.
ARE YOU BALD? — Jean Webster

I assemble my ideas in pieces on a computer file, then gradually find a place for them on a piece of scaffolding I erect. — Alain De Botton

What are you afraid of then?'
She pondered. He had already noticed that it was her hands which indicated what she was thinking of quite as much as her face and now he watched as she cupped them, making them ready to receive her thoughts.
'Not being able to see, I think,' she said.
'Being blind, you mean?'
'No, not that. That would be terrible hard but Homer managed it and our blind piano tuner is one of the serenest people I know. I mean ... not seeing because you're obsessed by something that blots out the world. Some sort of mania of belief. Or passion. That awful kind of love that makes leaves and birds and cherry blossom invisible because it's not the face on some man. — Eva Ibbotson