Remembrance Wreath Quotes & Sayings

The language of psychiatry is a monologue of reason about madness — Michel Foucault

I think about my grandfather who's 89 years old, and the last thing he needs is more money out of his pocket. — Tim Scott

Our ability to study the brain has been limited because of our tools and our tools have only allowed us to look at one neurotransmitter and we haven't looked so much into co-localization and co-release of transmitters. Our thinking is hampered by our tools. — Carl Hart

Women wanted a new deal, and they expected him to know, without being told, what the deal was, and to agree to it without negotiation. — Ken Follett

Though everyone in the bar knew who he was, no one asked him about the death, though one old man did rustle his newspaper suggestively. — Donna Leon

Not a chance,' said the doctor. If he had a bedside manner he evidently saved it for actual bedsides. — Catriona McPherson

They were tricky, those demons. Could they be trusted? Of course they could be trusted. She'd created them. She owned them. They wouldn't lead her astray. — Rachel Cohn

Some things, like the orbits of the planets, can be calculated far into the future. But that's atypical. In most contexts, there is a limit. Even the most fine-grained computation can only forecast British weather a few days ahead. There are limits to what can ever be learned about the future, however powerful computers become. — Martin Rees

You know, I don't mind dying. The thing that pisses me off is that I won't get to be an old man. I was looking forward to that. — Robert Lansing

When people ask me for an autograph I usually ask for a pen and then stab them with it. — Thom Yorke

Leaving the feasibility of testicular transplants alone for the moment, she said, "It was mostly my mistake. — Teri Anne Stanley

I remembered the 500 people that lived on a reserve outside my little town, behind a big fence. — Phillip Noyce

Nah. I helped when I ate everything on my plate. No mess that way." He paused. "And yes, you're welcome. — Richelle Mead