Stuporous State Quotes & Sayings

The only thing that can set aside a law as wrong is a better law, or an idea of a better law. And the only thing that an give a law the quality of better or worse is the concrete result which it promotes or fails to promote. — William Ernest Hocking

When you really merge with someone, it's not that you merge with them, you're merging with love. — Art Hochberg

I see myself as a climber and an activist. — Alain Robert

I've been joking that 'On the Road' is the prequel to 'The Road.' I don't know if that's a very good joke. — Kodi Smit-McPhee

In its severe forms, depression paralyzes all of the otherwise vital forces that make us human, leaving instead a bleak, despairing, desperate, and deadened state ... Life is bloodless, pulseless, and yet present enough to allow a suffocating horror and pain. All bearings are lost; all things are dark and drained of feeling. The slippage into futility is first gradual, then utter. Thought, which is as pervasively affected by depression as mood, is morbid, confused, and stuporous. It is also vacillating, ruminative, indecisive, and self-castigating. The body is bone-weary; there is no will; nothing is that is not an effort, and nothing at all seems worth it. Sleep is fragmented, elusive, or all-consuming. Like an unstable, gas, an irritable exhaustion seeps into every crevice of thought and action. — Kay Redfield Jamison

You know,just because you can deal with bullshit on your own doesn't mean you should." - Derek Fitzpatrick — Simone Elkeles

I love signing autographs. I'll sign anything but veal cutlets. My ballpoint slips on veal cutlets. — Casey Stengel

I have designed my style pantomimes as white ink drawings on black backgrounds, so that man's destiny appears as a thread lost in an endless labyrinth. I have tried to shed some gleams of light on the shadow of man startled by his anguish. — Marcel Marceau

Without warning, David was visited by an exact vision of death: a long hole in the ground, no wider than your body, down which you are drawn while the white faces above recede. You try to reach them but your arms are pinned. Shovels put dirt into your face. There you will be forever, in an upright position, blind and silent, and in time no one will remember you, and you will never be called by any angel. As strata of rock shift, your fingers elongate, and your teeth are distended sideways in a great underground grimace indistinguishable from a strip of chalk. And the earth tumbles on, and the sun expires, and unaltering darkness reigns where once there were stars. — John Updike

Nihilism is a disease of the soul. It can never be completely cured, and there is always the possibility of relapse. There is always a chance for conversion
a chance for people to believe that there is hope for the future and a meaning to struggle ... Nihilism is not overcome by arguments or analyses; it is tamed by love and care. Any disease of the soul must be conquered by a turning of one's soul. This turning is done through one's own affirmation of one's worth
an affirmation fueled by the concern of others. A love ethic must be at the center of a politics of conversion.
A love ethic has nothing to do with sentimental feelings or tribal connections. Rather it is a last attempt at generating a sense of agency among a downtrodden people. — Cornel West

The story is always better than your ability to write it. — Robin McKinley

Even one person's misunderstanding [of a blue joke] may not be worth the next guy's laugh. — Penn Jillette

Hypocrisy is nothing, in fact, but a horrible hopefulness. — Victor Hugo

Some things, however, are true no matter how hard you might try to block them out,
and a lie is always a lie, no matter how prettily told. Some doors, once they're opened,
can never be closed again, just as some trust, once it's been lost, can never be won back. — Alice Hoffman

No one in this world is your boss! Yet people walk around with a perplexed look, thinking 'someone will take away my things!' Hey, you are the owner of the whole universe. Who can take away what is yours? — Dada Bhagwan