Narcissistic Abuse By Proxy Quotes & Sayings

How many a dispute could have been deflated into a single paragraph if the disputants had dared to define their terms — Aristotle.

Be not miserable about what may happen tomorrow. The same everlasting Father, who cares for you today, will care for you tomorrow. — Saint Francis De Sales

In like manner, the disbelief of a Divine Providence renders a man uncapable of holding any public station; for, since kings avow themselves to be the deputies of Providence. — Jonathan Swift

Independent bread gives independent morals: - while pecuniary dependence makes moral subserviency; - So get money - get wealth — Susan B. Anthony

You either fight active evil or you accept it. Doing nothing is acceptance. There is no in-between. — Bill O'Reilly

In the long run, a treadmill's a great investment. — Jarod Kintz

Life is nothing more than a clean sheet of paper that most people use to write a dictation on, whereas only a select few ever use it to write their own essay. — Christopher Mart

He made me pick a safe word." Nik peeked between his fingers. Sam's mouth was hanging open.
"Oh." Sam's voice was a whisper. More of the throat clearing. "What did you pick?"
Not the question he'd been expecting. Nik looked up at Sam from under his hand.
"Lemonade."
"Lemonade?" Nik nodded. "Do you like lemonade?"
"Does it matter? Yes, I like lemonade."
"Shouldn't you have picked something you didn't like, to make sure there were no, um, inadvertent exclamations at an important moment?"
He dropped his hand and stared at Sam. "Who screams out 'lemonade' in the middle of sex?"
Sam blushed. Nik was momentarily grateful for his dark skin. "You'd be surprised," Sam mumbled. — Anne Tenino

Home schooling as an idea is on a par with home dentistry. — Dick Cavett

How would you like to feel the way she looks — Groucho Marx

He stepped fully into the house. The air inside was cool on his skin. He turned, expecting the front door to close on its own. But it stayed open, as it was supposed to. He shook his head, chiding himself for letting an old house spook him. He walked into the kitchen. Behind him, the front door slammed shut. — Robert Liparulo

Parsons are soules waggoners. — George Herbert

To sing opera, one needs two things: the voice and the passion - and above all, the passion. — Andrea Bocelli

And then I realized that my utopia was a terrible place, and no one should ever put me in charge of creating a perfect society. — Veronica Roth