Hyperactive Child Quotes

#1. The worst thing one can do for a hyperactive child is to put him or her in front of a television set. Television activates the child at the same time that it cuts the child (or adult) off from real sensory stimulation and the opportunity for resolution.

Jerry Mander

#2. It's funny; recently I've started to notice people's impersonations of me, and it's basically like a hyperactive child.

Dave Grohl

#3. He exhaled loudly and raked a hand through the sable brown hair he always kept stylishly messy. Look, Rose. You don't have to keep up with the hard-to-get thing. You've already got me.

Richelle Mead

#4. Trying to conceal the fact that I was a gay, effeminate, hyperactive, adopted child with a serious lisp in southern Louisiana would have been like trying to hide Dolly Parton in a string bikini!

Kevyn Aucoin

#5. I'm born in Alaska, grew up in Colorado, went to college in Colorado, went to Colorado State, and I actually finished my degree.

Derek Theler

#6. Our opponents maintain that we are confronted with insurmountable political obstacles, but that may be said of the smallest obstacle if one has no desire to surmount it.

Theodor Herzl

#7. I tried to get as far away from home as possible after I graduated from high school because I had a hard time being a kid.

Catherine Opie

#8. You don't always need to know your destination when you set out on a journey.

Carole Wilkinson

#9. I see myself in all the people in the world who are suffering and who are very badly treated and who are often made to feel that they have no place on this Earth.

Alice Walker

#10. The CD image remains heart-sinkingly abysmal compared to the majesty of the LP sleeve. These things count.

Morrissey

#11. Making an effort is polite, and getting ready and looking after yourself makes an event more fun.

Jude Law

#12. When I do overcome my fear - what's going to happen is that I'm going to want a plane.

DJ Khaled

#13. I loved writing and performing, but the idea of doing it for a living seemed so remote. But I eventually let it devolve to the point where it was the only thing I could do.

Harold Ramis

#14. I stare at her collarbone that's framed with lace, the hollow of her throat, her shoulders that rise with each rise with the weight of her next breath. We're fragile things. Our bones show through our skin. What would any god want with us?

Lauren DeStefano