Bessel van der Kolk Quotes
Home drunk—hearing their footsteps on the landing and how they waited for them to come in, pull them out of bed, and punish them for some imagined offense.
Bessel van der Kolk
Quotes to Explore
When you encounter some problems, if you point your finger at yourself and not at others, this gives you control over yourself and calmness in a situation, where otherwise self-control becomes problematic.
Dalai Lama
Curiosity is one of the strongest human incentives.
Claude C. Hopkins
Under certain social circumstances, which may have varied from time to time and place to place, certain people (shamans) saw a relationship between the small, three-dimensional, projected mental images that they experienced at the far end of the intensified spectrum and fragments of animals that lay around their hearths.
David Lewis-Williams
I would vote for Johnny Depp. We could use a president that could swashbuckle.
George Clooney
Back when I was a kid, I never liked the kind of kids that my kids have become. They're privileged and have things very easy. But I'm proud of them. None of my kids are getting high, they love school, they're very popular.
Mike Tyson
It seemed that the good people were always cleaning up the messes.
William Kent Krueger
Stress comes from the way you relate to events or situations.
Chris Prentiss
We're trying to teach artists that if you're smart enough to develop the material, then you're smart enough to market and promote the album too.
David Banner
I was sitting in Arizona when I received Dogs on Cape Cod. Seeing the joy these dogs had playing on the beaches and in the marsh grasses on the Cape carried me back to my family visits in Harwich. The dogs are so full of life, it just made me smile.
Betsy King
Funny stuff? Bringing back “Pain for Pleasure” every night on our nine week tour was the funniest, most hysterical thing ever, and being a part of that and making the behind-the-scenes videos about it was just super fun.
Frank Zummo
Sum 41
He imagined over and over the few moments they had together, kiss and touch and stickiness, until those moments congealed to a single kiss, a single touch: a pearl. Then even her face was lost in a blur, only the smallest sensation remained. And then nothing. He was over forty now. He thought of her but the sensuous arousals that once troubled him no longer stirred in him the same seismic memory: he didn't feel hate, or distance, or love, or passion. Only safety. Nothing can touch me now. Only pity. What will you do, whom I cannot save?
Eric Gamalinda
Don’t blurt out your theme. Let it emerge from the story.
Aaron Shepard
