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"Any thought sequence that minimizes anxiety would get reinforced over time. The sequence would be maintained during the person's development and would be provoked in contexts where refutation of the belief might occur. So, any kind of refutation of a person's religious beliefs makes the beliefs only stronger."
"Belief is indeed psychologically important for the human mind of general population, but that belief should be nicely compatible with scientific reasoning, otherwise that belief turns into prejudice, which is never beneficial to the human life."
"Whatever may be the position of science, whatever may be the position of philosophy, as long as there is such a thing as death in the world, as long as there is such a thing as weakness in the human heart, as long as the human heart sheds a drop of tear in weakness, there shall be a faith in God and divinity."
"Deep scientific psychoanalysis reveals that excessive beliefs and dependence on religion is a superstition and fear induced psychiatric disease."
"Wrong belief is what bites one from the inside. There is no one biting him on the outside."
"It feels great to know that whatever you need to achieve your dreams are in you. Whatever the spider needs to make a cobweb is not in the housefly. Look to yourself, you have what it takes to weave your success!"
"I had also read somewhere that if a man didn't truly believe or understand what he was espousing, somehow he could do a more convincing job."
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"I mean, really. Who sends their kid to boarding school? It's so Hogwarts. Only mine doesn't have cute boy wizards or magic candy or flying lessons."
"But that's not quite right either.I miss Paris, but it's not home. It's more like... I miss this. This warmth over the telephone. Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place? Bridgette used to be home to me. Maybe St. Clair is my new home.I mull this over as our voices grow tired and we stop talking. We just keep each other company. My breath. His breath. My breath. His breath.I could never tell him, but it's true.This is home. The two of us."
"If I weren't standing next to your boyfriend, I'd be tempted to ask you out myself.'She blushes, and St. Clair bounds inside the box office and wrestles her into a hug. 'Miiiiiiiiine!' he says.'Cut it out.' Anna pushes him off, laughing. 'You'll get fired. And then I'll have to support your sorry arse for the rest of our lives."
"We straighten , bu our snickering is barely contained as we attempt to focus our attention on a picture of a discarded Coke can. 'This guy's lady love is kind of a slob, don't you think?' he whispers.I cover my mouth with my hands again.'A reaaaaaaaal litterbug.'Stop it,' I hiss. My eyes are watering. 'Ohmygod look at this one! How did he get her toenail clippings?'If you were my girl,' he whispers, 'I'd take creepy pictures of your trash when I knew you weren't looking.'If you were my girl,' I whisper back,' I'd put the creepy pictures in a foreign museum so you wouldn't know that I take creepy pictures."
"I mean . . . I don't know. I don't know what I want to do, or who I want to be, or where I want to live. I don't know. I like reading about adventure, sure, but I also like doing it from the safety of home. But what is home, besides a quilt-covered bed? Where is it?"
"Okay, I've lied to him. But you saw how jealous he gets. It makes me feel like I have to. And I shouldn't defend my right to be friends with another guy."
"The thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don't want to let it go. Itbecomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breathe it into my lungs. I wantto nurture it, grow it, cultivate it. It's mine. I want to check out with it, drift asleep wrapped in itsarms and not wake up for a long, long time."
"The only French word I know is oui, which means 'yes, and only recently did I learn it's spelled o-u-i and not w-e-e."
"And then I turn another corner, and my chest constricts so tightly, so painfully, that I can no longer breathe. Because there he is. He's engrossed in an oversize book, hunched over and completely absorbed. A breeze ruffles his dark hair, and he bites his nails. . . . Several other people are soaking up the rare sunshine, but as soon as they're registered, they're forgotten. Because of him. I grip the edge of a sidewalk café table to keep from falling. The diners stare in alarm, but I don't care. I'm reeling, and I gasp for air. How can I have been so stupid? How could I have ever for a moment believed I wasn't in love with him?"
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