R.H.Dickinson Quotes

Groveling for connection from someone who compares you to Hitler is not good for a person's self-esteem.

He sounds like someone who might best be loved from a distance.

A threat is a promise followed by a consequence.

If you turn the heat down on the relationship, she will soften, the tension will lessen, and she will eventually inch closer to you. Don't go in for the hug until you achieve a handshake.

Not every relationship can be altered to fit.

Needy and boring parents tend to have needy and bored children.

One of the benefits of being divorced is that you no longer need to listen to your ex's assessment of the appropriateness of your actions.

One of the privileges of adulthood is that your parents don't get to tell you what to do.

One person gets to decide if something is a problem in a relationship.

If you've got a good book with you, you're never bored (or alone).

Sometimes toxic people are so resistant to change that therapy does not really help them - but they send everybody else into therapy to find ways to cope.

My dream was to fall in love and be a mom. I never thought too much past those two things.

I do like Marylin Manson, actually. I think, he's very talented and he did make some great music.

In my teenage years I was put off the idea of a career in flying, because I'd convinced myself that you had to be a boffin with degrees in maths and physics, which were my weakest subjects.

I enjoy making solo albums because over the years it's evolved into more of a genuine personal expression of story-telling and day dreams, and I work in a way that has more control.

My aim as a frontman is always to try and shrink the venue, if you can, to turn that football stadium into the world's smallest club. At least you have to try.

I've been to the Reading festival twice before-as a punter, though I stayed backstage in the hospitality tent!

South Wales is a hub of aviation.

I love my jazz hands!

Remorse is memory awake.

Expectation is contentment - Gain satiety.

Afraid? Of whom am I afraid? Not death. For who is he?

The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.

Love is its own rescue; for we, at our supremest, are but its trembling emblems.

Each that we lose takes a part of us; A crescent still abides, Which like the moon, some turbid night, Is summoned by the tides.

Judge tenderly of me.

We must be careful what we say. No bird resumes its egg.

Not to discover weakness is The Artifice of strength.

Narcotics cannot still the tooth. That Nibbles at the soul

Longing, it may be, is the gift no other gift supplies.

Affection is like bread, unnoticed till we starve, and then we dream of it, and sing of it, and paint it, when every urchin in the street has more than he can eat.

Nothing more do I ask than to share with you the ecstasy and sacrament of my life.

The truth I do not dare to know I muffle with a jest.

Life is so rotatory that the wilderness falls to each, sometime.

The Spirit lurks within the Flesh Like Tides within the Sea That make the Water live, estranged What would the Either be?

I would paint a portrait which would bring the tears, had I canvas for it, and the scene should be -- solitude, and the figures -- solitude -- and the lights and shades, each a solitude.

They address an Eclipse every morning, whom they call their "Father."

To fight aloud is very brave, but gallanter, I know, who charge within the bosom, the Cavalry of Woe.

Nothing is the force that renovates the World.

You remember my ideal cat has always a huge rat in its mouth, just going out of sight - though going out of sight in itself has a peculiar pleasure.

A color stands abroad on solitary hills that silence cannot overtake, but human nature feels.

How odd that girl's life looks Behind this soft eclipse! I think that earth seems so To those in heaven now. This being comfort, then That other kind was pain; But why compare? I'm wife! stop there!

The Things that never can come back, are several - Childhood - some forms of Hope - the Dead.

I think Heaven will not be as good as earth, unless it bring with it that sweet power to remember, which is the staple of Heaven here.

It is true that the unknown is the largest need of the intellect, though for it, no one thinks to thank God.

Banish Air from Air Divide Light if you dare

I could not prove the Years had feet-/Yet confident they run.

An ear can break a human heart As quickly as a spear, We wish the ear had not a heart So dangerously near.

How softly summer shuts, without the creaking of a door.

A dim capacity for wings demeans the dress I wear.