Wundt Structuralism Quotes & Sayings

God's work is freedom. Freedom is dear to his heart. He wishes to make man's will free, and at the same time wishes it to be pure, majestic, and holy. — Edwin Hubbel Chapin

One of the things I've realized is how portable God is. No really, He's everywhere! — Tracee Ellis Ross

I love you too much to say goodbye. — Lauren Kate

Libraries are what is best about us as a society: open, exciting, rich, informative, free, inclusive, engaging. — Susan Orlean

I do believe it is possible to create, even without ever writing a word or painting a picture, by simply molding one's inner life. And that too is a deed. — Etty Hillesum

I wonder love can have already set
In dreams, when we've not met
More times than I can number on one hand. — Philip Larkin

Books always attract my attention. — Lailah Gifty Akita

It's hard to stop wars, and it's hard to stop the abuse of the planet and all of those things. I guess you just do what you can do and voice your concern. — Alex Lifeson

Popularity is not an indication of quality. — Vanna Bonta

you mourn, you hurt and you start to heal. — Rachel Hawthorne

There is no quick fix-all procedure to heal your insecurities. Like any relationship, the relationship with yourself must be built and re-built one kind, loving conversation at a time. — Vironika Tugaleva

I'm sort of like Costco. I'm big, I'm not fancy and I dare you to not like me. — Eric Stonestreet

You can't maintain discipline that way." Mallow said icily, "I can. There's no merit in discipline under ideal circumstances. I'll have it in the face of death, or it's useless. — Isaac Asimov

Oftentimes we call Life bitter names, but only when we ourselves are bitter and dark. And we deem her empty and unprofitable, but only when the soul goes wandering in desolate places, and the heart is drunken with overmindfulness of self.
Life is deep and high and distant; and though only your vast vision can reach even her feet, yet she is near; and though only the breath of your breath reaches her heart, the shadow of your shadow crosses her face, and the echo of your faintest cry becomes a spring and an autumn in her breast.
And life is veiled and hidden, even as your greater self is hidden and veiled. Yet when Life speaks, all the winds become words; and when she speaks again, the smiles upon your lips and the tears in your eyes turn also into words. When she sings, the deaf hear and are held; and when she comes walking, the sightless behold her and are amazed and follow her in wonder and astonishment. — Kahlil Gibran

Come on in," Elaine said. "She's already here. Pam, this is Mr. Scudder, Matthew Scudder. Matt, I'd like you to meet Pam. — Lawrence Block