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Reflecta Quotes By William Shakespeare

A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser. — William Shakespeare

Reflecta Quotes By Barry Schwartz

The very wealth of options before us may turn us from choosers into pickers. A chooser is someone who thinks actively about the possibilities before making a decision. A chooser reflects on what's important to him or her in life, what's important about this particular decision, and what the short- and long-range consequences of the decision may be. A chooser makes decisions in a way that reflects awareness of what a given choice means about him or her as a person. Finally, a chooser is thoughtful enough to conclude that perhaps none of the available alternatives are satisfactory, and that if he or she wants the right alternative, he or she might have to create it. A picker does none of these things. — Barry Schwartz

Reflecta Quotes By Cora Carmack

I hoped she would love me as much as I loved her. — Cora Carmack

Reflecta Quotes By Sigmund Freud

Immorality, no less than morality, has at all times found support in religion. — Sigmund Freud

Reflecta Quotes By Isaac Asimov

It's your fiction that interests me. Your studies of the interplay of human motives and emotion. — Isaac Asimov

Reflecta Quotes By Barbara Steele

In the sequence where I am burned at the stake, everything was so casual and hazardous that the bottom of my dress caught fire, and the grips became hysterical as they tried to pull me off the stake. — Barbara Steele

Reflecta Quotes By Edna St. Vincent Millay

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning, but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more. — Edna St. Vincent Millay