Ignoring Toxic People Quotes & Sayings

The worst mutilation of man that can be imagined presented as the "good man". — Friedrich Nietzsche

Everywhere I go, people come up to me on the street and ask me if there's going to be another one! — Mike Myers

The worst pain you may endure, is the pain that you are forced upon, with good reason. — Angela Brown

I was single for six years and during those six years I went back to college and got my degree in Social Work and then ... while I was single ... Barney came here to Portsmouth on vacation. — Betty Hill

Is the acorn better than the oak which is its fullness and completion? — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Writing is a supernatural thing. — Silas House

Your goal is not to battle with the mind, but to witness the mind. — Swami Muktananda

Nothing happens until something moves. — Albert Einstein

Her brightest memories were his darkest recollections. — Aliyyah Eniath

It is regrettable that a Dostoyevsky did not live near this most interesting of all decadents (Jesus Christ) - I mean someone who would have known how to sense the very stirring charm of such a mixture of the sublime, the sickly, and the childlike. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Romantic love is the most selfish of all emotions. — Ellen Kenner

Julie sat on the wall beside him, her hair swirling around her like she was underwater. He imagined the dappled light flashing across her face. Portrait of the young pinnace racer as a mermaid. She smiled at the idea, and Miller smiled back. She would have been here, he knew. Along with Diogo and Fred and all the other OPA militia, patriots of the vacuum, she'd have been in a crash couch, wearing borrowed armor, heading into the station to get herself killed for the greater good. Miller knew he wouldn't have. Not before her. So in a sense, he'd taken her place. He'd become her. They made it, Julie said, or maybe only thought. — James S.A. Corey

For most of my relationships, I would have liaisons, and I would feel guilty. — Sandra Bernhard

I enjoy the presence of a woman in the house for brief periods of time. They fall into two categories: the organizers and the slobs. There's probably a third category - the naggers, who try to get you to do things, but I've never run into one of those. Oddly, I have no preference regarding oganizers or slobs, as long as they don't try to pick my clothes for me. Basically, all women are nurturers and healers, and all men are mental patients to varying degrees. It works fine if people stick to their fated roles. But nobody does. — Nelson DeMille