Phantom Lover Quotes & Sayings

Empathy is the ability to step outside of your own bubble and into the bubbles of other people. Empathy is the ability that allows us to be useful creatures on this planet; without empathy, we are a waste of oxygen in this world. Without empathy, we are lower than animals. Empathy is the ability that allows us the perception of things around us, outside of ourselves; so a person without empathy is a limited human being, someone who will only live half of a life. — C. JoyBell C.

Our climate is changing. The Earth's climate has, in fact, warmed by 1.1 to 1.6 degrees Fahrenheit since the industrial revolution. People look at this and say: Oh, that is not very much. In fact, it is very much, and it changes the dynamic. It impacts species. It kills some. It diminishes the carbon sink of the ocean. It does a number of things. — Dianne Feinstein

At the beginning of the project, I wasn't certain that I could come up with an engaging storyline and cast of characters in this world, so I had a strong bias toward actually writing, and worrying about research later. In other words, I was afraid that I'd devote a year or two of my life to grinding through Kant and Husserl, then discover that there simply was no novel to be written here. — Neal Stephenson

No one enjoys being away from friends and family. — Roger Glover

Buddy, you try to leave me and I'll follow you to the ends of the earth and beyond to find you and bring you home. — Sherrilyn Kenyon

It is time we accept there's no Cronkite moment for Afghanistan. Perhaps it's time we value the hearts and minds of our own over distant Afghan tribes. — Tiffany Madison

Since the attachment to the cult of Islam is psychological, the solution must also be psychological. We have all the logical proof that Islam is false. But logic has its limitation. Brainwashed people dismiss logic and pride themselves in their blind faith. Psychological warfare is extremely powerful. The Muslim bravado must be destroyed by humiliations and ridicule. — Ali Sina

Failure is a state of mind. It's like one of those sand traps an ant lion digs. You keep sliding back. Takes one hell of a jump to get out of it. — John Steinbeck

For Lily, there was only her phantom lover, bold enough, arrogant enough, crazy enough to dare follow her here when he was in far more danger than she could ever be. — Christine Feehan

In each pose there should be repose. — B.K.S. Iyengar

(I)f you're not honest with yourself, life will never be honest with you. — Leigh Brackett

Oedipa sat on the earth, ass getting cold, wondering whether, as Driblette had suggested that night from the shower, some version of herself hadn't vanished with him. Perhaps her mind would go on flexing psychic muscles that no longer existed; would be betrayed and mocked by a phantom self as the amputee is by a phantom limb. Someday she might replace whatever of her had gone away by some prosthetic device, a dress of a certain color, a phrase in a letter, another lover. — Thomas Pynchon

People only talk about how wonderful youth is when they have forgotten how hard it was. — Louis L'Amour

RAOUL:
Free her!
Do what you like,
only free her!
Have you no pity?
PHANTOM:
Your lover makes
a passionate plea!
CHRISTINE:
Please, Raoul, it's useless ...
RAOUL:
I love her!
Does that mean nothing?
I love her!
Show some compassion ...
PHANTOM:
The world showed no
compassion to me! — Charles Hart

My God", I said. "You move so silently. So you have had ninja training."
"I have two older brothers," Vince said. "It's the same thing."
I held up the white paper bag and bowed. "Master, I bring a gift."
He looked at the bag curiously. "My Buddha bless you, grasshopper. What is it?"
I tossed him the bag. It hit him in the chest and slid to the floor. "So much for ninja training," I said. — Jeff Lindsay

Any one of my many shrinks could tell you that I was looking for my father. Wasn't everyone? The explanation didn't quite content me. Not that it seemed wrong: it just seemed too simple. Perhaps the search was really a kind of ritual in which the process was more important than the end. Perhaps it was a kind of quest. Perhaps there was no man at all, but just a mirage conjured by our longing and emptiness. When you go to sleep hungry you dream of eating. When you go to sleep with a full bladder you dream of getting up to pee. When you go to sleep horny you dream of getting laid. Maybe the impossible man was nothing more than a specter made of our own yearning. Maybe he was like the fearless intruder, the phantom rapist women expect to find under their bed or in their closets. Or maybe he was really death, the last lover. — Erica Jong

Today, we don't talk about history. The past is two weeks ago, and the future is two weeks after. — Marjane Satrapi