Nominalism Of William Quotes & Sayings

Well, you know, when people say stuff about you, it's always really flattering. But does it mean anything to me? It's not really real to me; there's no reality to it. — Paul Giamatti

Valentine's Day is a disaster. Any day that is designed to perfectly encapsulate something as messy and personal as two people in a romantic relationship would have to be. But in Night Vale it also kills people. This is called satire. — Joseph Fink

The more you let go, the faster you will move ahead. — Alan Cohen

Catch a fish once and if it gets away, it's a lot harder to catch the second time. — Will Graham

Don't look at the present storm, but look to the Son coming. — Anthony Liccione

Do not weep, dear friend. Have I not told you that Separation is inevitable from all near and dear to us? Whatever is born, produced, conditioned, contains within itself the nature of its own Dissolution. It cannot be otherwise. — Dennis William Hauck

Time often serves to justify a deed which seems at first unjustifiable. — Donald P. Ryan

We just have to live each new day as if it's a precious gift. When I wake up in the morning I like to think that this day will be better than any day I've ever lived. — J.E.B. Spredemann

People think that by getting in touch with some being outside the body, it will solve their problems. This only creates problems. It won't help you a bit. — Frederick Lenz

I've had a very good career and I'm grateful that the public has had some level of acceptance and appreciation of my work. — Ben Stiller

To think out a problem is not unlike drawing a caricature. You have to exaggerate the salient point and leave out that which is not typical. "To illustrate a principle ," says Bagehot , "you must exaggerate much and you must omit much." As to the quantity of absolute truth in a thought : it seems to me the more comprehensive and unobjectionable a thought becomes, the more clumsy and unexciting it gets. I like half-truths of a certain kind they are interesting and they stimulate. — Eric Hoffer

Miss Smith, your suspicions wound me,' he said with a smile. He drew her, stiff and unwilling, against his side. Immediately her warmth seeped into his veins. He'd known he'd missed her, but only now did he realize how much. 'I mean no harm.'
'You lie.'
'Often,' he agreed amiably, feeling the resistance leaching from her. 'Not this time.'
'I'm in no fit state to fight you,' she muttered, curving into him as if created to fit his body.
'I know,' he acknowledged ruefully, wondering why of all the women in the world, she was the only one who ignited any glimmer of chivalry in his soul. 'But it's no fun when you just give in. I'll wait until you're up for another bout.'
She hid her face in his shoulder. She inhaled on a shudder, as if she hadn't taken a full breath in days. 'You're an evil devil, Ranelaw.'
'Absolutely,' he said softly, firming his hold as she shifted, not away as she should, but closer. — Anna Campbell

I sometimes lie, especially about personal things, because what does it matter? I am a kind of minute commodity, my name is no longer my own. — River Phoenix