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“Avoir du mal à reconnaître quelqu'un, c'est, d'une certaine façon, inconsciemment, réaliser une forme commune d'idolâtrie. On aime quelqu'un, on fixe son caractère, on attend de sa personne qu'elle réponde aux images que l'on a construites sur l'armature fragile d'un papier crépon. Or il suffit que se révèlent un secret, une attitude suspecte qui bouscule l'ordre de nos représentations pour qu'un monde s'effondre, et que l'on comprenne soudainement ce que les iconoclastes condamnent et qu'on ne prend plus le temps d'écouter. Ne reste de Byzance que ses querelles éternelles.”

“AVPs are usually willing to show or tell others about their external or physical pain. In so doing, they avoid sharing the internal pain they feel. They can overdwell on their anatomical issues. This ambivalent thinking can be self-defeating. And AVPs fear finality. Some patients have not had a recommended surgery, due to the finality of having the problem fixed. The avoidant person’s gauging of their own body is flawed. Some avoidants are quick to seek treatment for their bodily concerns. The tensions they absorb have produced some very real problems. On the other hand, some avoidant persons tend to “ignore” these concerns until a significant health event occurs. As a group, they do need rest, less stressful environments, and dietary consistency, but they are not good at these following these restrictions.”

“AVPs will hold the spouse accountable for “wrong” action. This is true even if the spouse felt he or she was supporting the AVP. The AVP is hypersensitive. They do have a continued suspiciousness of others and what they might do to them. This, in turn, maintains a fairly consistent internal defensive posture.”

“Avrei potuto parlargli di come sia un miracolo che il nostro pianeta non venga colpito da un asteroide di grandi dimensioni, considerata l’enorme mole di rocce che gravitano nello spazio. Di come immaginiamo l’universo vuoto quando in realtà è pieno di pietre e granelli di ogni tipo, di come i finestrini della Stazione spaziale internazionale si ricoprano di continuo di polvere e di quanto sia facile vedere da lassú una «stella cadente», un meteorite che impatta con l’atmosfera. Che è tutto in un equilibrio instabile e magico attorno a noi, che nonostante sfreccino oggetti a velocità incredibili a un passo dal nostro naso, siamo ancora qui, a goderci il sole e il mare, e di come qualcuno ritenga che siano stati proprio i grandi impatti del passato a regalarci quest’inaspettata villeggiatura sulla Terra, perché potrebbe essere stato un urto a far inclinare l’asse terrestre (che ci fa apparire il pianeta un po’ abboccato su un lato) cosí da permettere al globo di essere raggiunto nel suo insieme dal Sole. È grazie a questa inclinazione se esistono le stagioni. Ed è stato sempre un impatto a far sparire i dinosauri e a permettere quindi l’entrata in scena dei mammiferi e dell’uomo. Questo dovrò tentare di spiegare un domani a mio figlio: che la vita riparte sempre e che gli scontri a volte portano anche qualcosa di buono. Certo, lo andassero a spiegare ai dinosauri.”

“Avui les fades i les bruixes s'estimen Avui, sabeu? les fades i les bruixes s'estimen. Han canviat entre elles escombres i varetes. I amb cucurull de nit i tarot de poetes endevinen l'enllà, on les ombres s'animen. És que han begut de l'aigua de la Font dels Lilàs i han parlat amb la terra, baixet, arran d'orella. Han ofert al no-res foc de cera d'abella i han aviat libèl·lules per desxifrar-ne el traç. Davallen a la plaça en revessa processó, com la serp cargolada entorn de la pomera, i enceten una dansa, de punta i de taló. Jo, que aguaito de lluny la roda fetillera, esbalaïda veig que vénen cap a mi i em criden perquè hi entri. Ullpresa, els dic que sí.”

“Avviene una cosa strana: fino a diciannove anni e piú, le ragazze, ora, seguono gli stessi studi dei fratelli, leggono gli stessi libri, s'interessano del mondo, di politica. Acquisiscono l'amore del rischio, dell'avventura. E poi, di colpo, il loro slancio si arresta. A volte la famiglia non intende spendere per gli studi di una figlia quanto avrebbe speso per quelli d'un figlio. A volte la ragazza si spaventa un po', pensa: mi considereranno una di quelle intellettuali aggressive, non troverò marito. Ci sono quelle che dicono: lavorerò per due-tre anni, poi mi sposerò... Finiscono, insomma, nella mediocrità?”

“Aw god,' Julie said. 'I wish I was dead.' She did not say it accusingly, as if it was his fault, or even as if she meant it passionately; it was as if she were resuming a conversation from the night before. 'What is the purpose of it all, Chic?' she said. 'I like Vince, but he's so goofy; he'll never grow up and really bear down at the business of living. He's always playing his games of being the embodiment of modern organized social life, the estab-man, pure and simple, whereas actually he's not. But he's young.' She sighed. It was a sigh that chilled Chic because it was a cold, cruel, utterly dismissing sigh. She was writing off another human being, severing herself from Vince with as little spilled emotion as if she had returned a book borrowed from the building's library.”

“Aw, he don’t look no better in his clothes than you do in yourn. He got a puzzlegut on ’im and he so chuckle-headed, he got a pone behind his neck.” Joe looked down at his own abdomen and said wistfully: “Wisht Ah had a build on me lak he got. He ain’t puzzle-gutted, honey. He jes’ got a corperation. Dat make ’m look lak a rich white man. All rich mens is got some belly on ’em.” “Ah seen de pitchers of Henry Ford and he’s a spare-built man and Rockefeller look lak he ain’t got but one gut. But Ford and Rockefeller and dis Slemmons and all de rest kin be as many-gutted as dey please, Ah’m satisfied wid you jes’ lak you is, baby.”

“Aw, man. I’d just shot an angel in the face.I made my way into the foyer and sat down on the stairs. I glanced up at the big old grandfather clock. It was going on ten. My folks would be home soon. “How was your evening, honey?” “Killed an angel.” “Well, isn’t that nice.” That wasn’t happening. Daddy never liked guns in the first place, Mother just pretended to. I was so grounded.”

“Aw, everybody knows that game, the day I hit the homer off ole Charlie Root there in Wrigley Field, the day October first, the third game of that thirty-two World Series. But right now I want to settle all arguments. I didn't exactly point to any spot, like the flagpole. Anyway, I didn't mean to, I just sorta waved at the whole fence, but that was foolish enough. All I wanted to do was give that thing a ride... outta the park... anywhere.”