Propositional Representation Quotes & Sayings

Why is it that the people who know how to enjoy themselves never have any money and the people who have money never know how to enjoy themselves? — George Bernard Shaw

Arrows of hate have been aimed at me too, but they have never hit me, because somehow they belonged to another world with which I have no connection whatsoever. — Albert Einstein

Voters are saying "I like this guy [Donald Trump]. He just might shake this place up." — Jeff Sessions

There is not a racist bone in my dad's body. He doesn't even laugh at distasteful jokes. — Alan Wilson

If my joy hung in the balance of having everything I wanted, I would always wrestle with unhappiness. There — Tessa Afshar

I had a naked incubus in my bedroom. With a frying pan of half-cooked bacon, and a hard-on. And a unicorn bite on his ass. Christ, this was turning out to be a weird morning. — Allison Pang

I'm convinced that the main reason we've become so obsessed with restaurants is due to our basic need to get out of virtual space and into a real one. We're not going out to eat merely to share food; we're there to sit at the same table together, slow down, breathe the same air. — Ruth Reichl

Shit is a more onerous theological problem than is evil. — Milan Kundera

Witches were a bit like cats. They didn't much like one another's company, but they did like to know where all the other witches were, just in case they needed them. — Terry Pratchett

You always catch the wrong players. — Abe Lemons

I never wanted anything as bad as I want you — Amanda Lance

Not that I want everything right now; but I do want everything. — Nastassja Kinski

We make to ourselves pictures of facts. The picture is a model of reality — Wright Morris

In the body there are two creatures, and they are both in enmity with each other. For one to do anything, the other has to be subjected to it. One has a mind and the other only has an appetite. The more the mind gets, the more it is satisfied, but the more the appetite gets, the more its hunger grows; its appetite is for imaginary things, it dreams that it is eating, but when it wake, which it dreads to do, it is empty and pangs. — Michael Brent Jones