Ibehavioraltraining Quotes

#1. Poor Britons, there is some good in them after all - they produced an oyster.

Sallust

#2. Molly loved secret histories. She also loved contradicting accounts of the same historical events. She liked ambiguities. She liked answer-less questions.

Catie Disabato

#3. Working hard is important. But there is something that matters even more: Believing in yourself.

J.K. Rowling

#4. You cannot operate from a place of love when you are emotionally unstable.

Kemi Sogunle

#5. I do not remember where I read that there are two kinds of poets: the good poets, who at a certain point destroy their bad poems and go off to run guns in Africa, and the bad poets, who publish theirs and keep writing more until they die.

Umberto Eco

#6. She turned to the sunlight And shook her yellow head, And whispered to her neighbor: Winter is dead.

A.A. Milne

#7. You can also look upon our life as an episode unprofitably disturbing the blessed calm of nothingness.

Arthur Schopenhauer

#8. Men sometimes die much earlier than they are burried.

Romain Gary

#9. I was certain that some people, whether by accident of birth or some pecularity of training, could tune in to another source of information and could know things about people we didn't think were possible to know.

Michael Crichton

#10. I don't think of sex as a self-destructive impulse.

Thom Gunn

#11. Her eyes were like the sea before a storm on the Carolina coast.

Kami Garcia

#12. For mortal men there is but one hell, and that is the folly and wickedness and spite of his fellows; but once his life is over, there's an end to it: his annihilation is final and entire, of him nothing survives.

Marquis De Sade

#13. What about reality, you ask? Well, as far as I'm concerned, reality can go take a flying fuck at a rolling doughnut.

Stephen King

#14. So Merlyn sent you to me," said the badger, "to finish your education. Well, I can only teach you two things
to dig, and love your home. These are the true end of philosophy.

T.H. White

#15. The weather turned. Her skin seemed to grow a million extra pores, and all of them opened to take in the warmth and tenderness of the air. The sun on her face made her want to cry. Into all those millions of open pores came the sunshine, and other feelings as well. In and out. She was porous.

Ann Brashares