Mckernan Bottles Quotes & Sayings

We found that when we accepted our children's feelings they were more able to accept the limits we set for them. — Adele Faber

The man of control is the man of repression. He goes on repressing, and because he goes on repressing, he goes on accumulating all that is wrong. His whole life becomes a junkyard. Sooner or later, and it is going to be sooner than later, the volcano explodes - because there is only a certain limit you can contain. You repress anger, you repress sex, you repress all kinds of desires, longings - how long can you go on repressing? You can contain only so much, then one day it is more than you can control. It explodes. Your — Osho

People see what they expect to see," he says sharply. "Through a filter of their own hatred and prejudice. — Laurie Forest

Maybe the midnight disease was like that, too. After a while you lost the ability to distinguish between your fictional and actual words; you confused yourself with your characters, and the random happenings of your life with the machinations of a plot. — Michael Chabon

I don't really remember making a decision. I don't remember thinking to myself, "Yes, I will do this," or, "No, I will not do that." They tell you what to do, and you do it. You don't reflect on it. You don't ponder its meaning. You don't explore its ambiguities or consider its consequences. These burdens are removed from you. In theory.
But you are still human. Eventually, you do reflect on it. The consequences make themselves known. The results of your actions persist. Eventually, you are struck by their meaning. At some point, an accounting is made. Eventually, if you are human, and sane, you examine what you have done. — Stephen Dau

We often seek the companionship of others who display aspects we've repressed to the depths of our shadow. — Lauren Kate

I wasn't the kind of girl who liked to wait around to be rescued. — Violet Cross

Fighting in the air is not a sport. It is scientific murder. — Eddie Rickenbacker

Her touch was soft, gentle, and surprisingly welcoming to my unwelcoming soul. — Brittainy C. Cherry