Dented Helmet Quotes

#1. I'll remember you, he thinks, and as the gun carriage, with its coffin and its dented helmet pass him by, he closes his eyes.
Nothing will bring them back. Not the words of comfortable men. Not the words of politicians. Or the platitudes of paid poets.

Anna Hope

#2. With the help of your therapist or healing ally, you can identify who makes you feel uneasy, concerned, scared, or defensive.

Jeanne McElvaney

#3. I don't feel like a person at all: I am something to be loaded and unloaded, like a sofa or a cuckoo clock. I am something to be tossed into a junkyard, thrown into the river, if necessary. I don't feel real anymore. I feel like I could disappear.

Gillian Flynn

#4. I don't listen to a lot of music; I write more music than I listen to, for sure.

Jason Molina

#5. I write as if to save somebody's life. Probably my own. Life is a kind of madness that death makes. Long live the dead because we live in them.

Clarice Lispector

#6. When you're just reading a note card but when you're just reading a note card and it doesn't even feel real, it's difficult at times. But I have no problem doing interviews. So I have absolutely no problem doing interviews.

Wale

#7. George Jones may be gone but his music will live on forever. What a great voice and a great friend.

Ray Stevens

#8. Just don't plan on hugs every time I see you."
"The feeling's mutual.

James Dashner

#9. In the course of the reform, some new circumstances that we had not anticipated have appeared.

Zhu Rongji

#10. He had learned the worst lesson that life can teach - that it makes no sense.

Philip Roth

#11. A ssure you, the more I travel through time, the more I witness, the more I realize that there are things that are both strange and wonderful, far beyond human comprehension.

Margaret Peterson Haddix

#12. An honorable spiritual practice recognizes the losses we have suffered, tells our story, and sheds our tears to free us from the past.

Jack Kornfield

#13. Canada's climate is nine months winter and three months late in the fall.

Evan Esar

#14. It was, if you like, an oasis in the general desert of childish and adult ignorance where we could safely bring out our thoughts and not have them denigrated, laughed at, or trampled upon, even when they deserved it. A place like that is precious.

Alexei Panshin