Presbeia Quotes & Sayings

Although there are certain needs, such as hunger, thirst, sex, which are common to man, those drives which make for the differences in men's characters, like love and hatred, the lust for power and the yearning for submission, the enjoyment of sensuous pleasure and the fear of it, are all products of the social process. The most beautiful as well as the most ugly inclinations of man are not part of a fixed and biologically given human nature, but result from the social process which creates man. In other words, society has not only a suppressing function - although it has that too - but it has also a creative function. — Erich Fromm

She isn't missing. She's at the farm right now. — Ed Gein

But I am fearful of it because I hear she is learned in the Four Books, and learning has never accompanied beauty in women. — Pearl S. Buck

I'm not going to change the world. You're not going to change the world. But we can help - we can all help. — Cristiano Ronaldo

Mrs. Norris hitched a breath and went on again. — Jane Austen

Time doesn't go. Time stays. We go. — Linda Ellerbee

You shouldn't love me. I don't deserve you. — Simone Elkeles

Eric Erikson writes that in their search for identity, adolescents need a place of stillness, a place to gather themselves. — Sherry Turkle

You must take chances. If you do nothing, you reduce the possibilities you have for greater joy. — Walter Inglis Anderson

Happiness has to do with reason, and only reason earns it. — Ursula K. Le Guin

Every man is of importance to himself, and, therefore, in his own opinion, to others; and, supposing the world already acquainted with his pleasures and his pains, is perhaps the first to publish injuries or misfortunes which had never been known unless related by himself, and at which those that hear them will only laugh, for no man sympathises with the sorrows of vanity. — Samuel Johnson

Who will believe my verse in time to come,
If it were fill'd with your most high deserts?
Though yet, heaven knows, it is but as a tomb
Which hides your life and shows not half your parts.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies:
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.'
So should my papers yellow'd with their age
Be scorn'd like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And stretched metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice; in it and in my rhyme. — William Shakespeare

I can still remember what I was like when I was sixteen. It was hell to be that excited. Then as now, orgasms gave no relief. Ten minutes after an orgasm, guess what? Nothing would do but that you have another one. And there was homework besides! — Kurt Vonnegut

Don't worry special Ed. There's always tomorrow. — Ransom Riggs

Night was come, and her planets were risen: a safe, still night: too serene for the companionship of fear. — Charlotte Bronte