Love In A Cold Climate Memorable Quotes & Sayings

He was brilliant sunlight that drove away winter's chill. — Andrea Cremer

In recent years, for example, there has been much interest in the idea that one of the most fundamental factors in explaining personality is birth order: older siblings are domineering and conservative, younger siblings more creative and rebellious. When psychologists actually try to verify this claim, however, their answers sound like the Hartshorne and May conclusions. We do reflect the influences of birth order but, as the psychologist Judith Harris points out in The Nurture Assumption, only around our families. When they are away from their families - in different contexts - older siblings are no more likely to be domineering and younger siblings no more likely to be rebellious than anyone else. The birth order myth is an example of the FAE in action. — Malcolm Gladwell

There is no time of life past learning something. — Ambrose

I was scared to do anything in the studio because it felt so claustrophobic. I wanted to be somewhere where things could happen and the subject wasn't just looking back at you. — Annie Leibovitz

I don't think you can have an authentic connection when one person is diagnosing the other. — Marshall B. Rosenberg

That sort of fundamentalism which treats possession of private property not as a desirable economic and personal asset but as a condition of liberty is a form of primitive religion. — Neil Kinnock

You know how when people lose their grandma or grandpa, people they say they're sorry? They do mean it, but ... there's nothing to say. There's a void that cannot be filled. — Amaury Nolasco

The optimist sees opportunity in every danger; the pessimist sees danger in every opportunity. — Winston S. Churchill

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I know my leaving in the breakfast table mess.
Bowl spills into bowl: milk and bran, bread crust
crumbled. You push me back into bed.

More "honey" and "baby."
Breath you tell my ear circles inside me,
curls a damp wind and runs the circuit
of my limbs. I interrogate the air,

smell Murphy's Oil Soap, dog kibble.
No rose. No patchouli swelter. And your mouth -
sesame, olive. The nudge of your tongue
behind my top teeth.

To entirely finish is water entering water.
Which is the cup I take away?

More turning me. Less your arms reaching
around my back. You ask my ear
where I have been and my body answers,
all over kingdom come. — Amber Flora Thomas

Hey, Ernessa, where the fuck are you? — Rachel Klein

They don't know it, but they are doing it. — Karl Marx