Barry Allen Quotes

Sometimes the only way to move forward is to revisit the things in your past that were holding you back. You have to deal with them head on, no matter how scary they may be. Because once we do, you will see that you can go further than you ever imagined.

Sometimes great possibilities are right in front of us but we don't see them because we choose not to. I think that we need to be open to exploring something new.

Anyway, they used to beat up on Barry all the time. They called it roughhousing, which is like men calling lying bullshitting.

When you stop trying to force the solution, it'll happen on its own.

Things aren't always what they seem.Our fears can play tricks on us, making us afraid to change course, afraid to move on, but usually, hidden behind our fears are second chances waiting to be seized, second chances at life, at glory, at family, at love. And these opportunities don't come around every day, so when they do, we have to be brave, take a chance, and grab them while we can.

And so you're left with a choice. You can either embrace the change and move forward. Or fight it and be left behind.

It takes more than language to know what language can know.

He wept for the hours he would spend with one he loved less than she, and he wept for the hours she might spend with someone who loved her less than he. Would that these tears that blinded his eyes might cause her eyes to see.

Don’t watch me walk away, but turn and see where we have been, and if my prayers be answered may someday be again

If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved, and never will achieve, its full potential, that word would be: “meetings.” —DAVE BARRY

My name is Barry Allen, and I am the fastest man alive!

He wept for the hours he would spend with one he loved less than she, and he wept for the hours she might spend with someone who loved her less than he. Would that these tears that blinded his eyes might cause her eyes to see.

Allen had an aide who hovered within inches of his face and physically prompted him so frequently that her very proximity became a dysregulating factor. As time passed, Allen became more and more agitated—mostly because of the aide’s behavior. Some adults who work with children have the misguided concept that to be effective, it’s best to be in the child’s face, even to give positive support. But for a child with autism who has social anxiety and sensory challenges, that can be scary and intimidating. It can also impede progress.

Love – I believe that dreaming is stronger than reality. Desire is more potent than apathy. Hopes are more powerful than despair. Joy always triumphs over sorrow. Laughter is the ultimate cure for mankind’s foibles. And I believe that love is stronger than hate and is the greatest gift of all. How do I know? I have been fortunate to experience them all.

While David runs the financial end of the Rockefeller dynasty, Nelson runs the political. Nelson would like to be President of the United States. But, unfortunately for him, he is unacceptable to the vast majority of the grass roots of his own party. The next best thing to being President is controlling a President. Nelson Rockefeller and Richard Nixon are supposed to be bitter political competitors. In a sense they are, but that still does not preclude Rockefeller from asserting dominion over Mr. Nixon. When Mr. Nixon and Mr. Rockefeller competed for the Republican nomination in 1968, Rockefeller naturally would have preferred to win the prize, but regardless of who won, he would control the highest office in the land. You will recall that right in the middle of drawing up the Republican platform in 1960, Mr. Nixon suddenly left Chicago and flew to New York to meet with Nelson Rockefeller in what Barry Goldwater described as the "Munich of the Republican Party." There was no political reason why Mr. Nixon needed to crawl to Mr. Rockefeller. He had the convention all sewed up. The Chicago Tribune cracked that it was like Grant surrendering to Lee. In The Making of the President, 1960, Theodore White noted that Nixon accepted all the Rockefeller terms for this meeting, including provisions "that Nixon telephone Rockefeller personally with his request for a meeting; that they meet at the Rockefeller apartment…that their meeting be secret and later be announced in a press release from the Governor, not Nixon; that the meeting be clearly announced as taking place at the Vice President's request; that the statement of policy issuing from it be long, detailed, inclusive, not a summary communiqué." The meeting produced the infamous "Compact of Fifth Avenue" in which the Republican Platform was scrapped and replaced by Rockefeller's socialist plans. The Wall Street Journal of July 25, 1960, commented: "…a little band of conservatives within the party…are shoved to the sidelines… [T]he fourteen points are very liberal indeed; they comprise a platform akin in many ways to the Democratic platform and they are a far cry from the things that conservative men think the Republican Party ought to stand for…" As Theodore White put it: "Never had the quadrennial liberal swoop of the regulars been more nakedly dramatized than by the open compact of Fifth Avenue. Whatever honor they might have been able to carry from their services on the platform committee had been wiped out. A single night's meeting of the two men in a millionaire's triplex apartment in Babylon-by-the-Hudson, eight hundred and thirty miles away, was about to overrule them; they were exposed as clowns for all the world to see." The whole story behind what happened in Rockefeller's apartment will doubtless never be known. We can only make an educated guess in light of subsequent events. But it is obvious that since that time Mr. Nixon has been in the Rockefeller orbit.

Barry Allen: What are your superpowers again? Bruce Wayne: I'm rich.

Poverty starves the spirit as well as the body.

Desire denied breeds obsession.

Even behind a white knight lies a dark shadow

I used to dream about meeting him. Barry Allen. The Flash. I’d write little stories in my head about the connection we’d share. That he would see how alike we were and then the Flash would know how much he meant to me and feel the same. It’s a shame, but I doubt that I’ll ever meet the Flash to tell him how I feel. That even though I had no one in my life, his sense of hope was a light in the darkness of the future. And as long as I had that… I was never alone.

I have a bad habit of racing death and winning.

But the answer isn’t always to do more. Problems can’t always be solved by running faster. Sometimes the simplest solution is the best.

It’s amazing. I can see everything before it happens. I can weigh every possible outcome. I can make the right choice. I can do something about it. Before anyone even notices

But it’s not about dwelling on the past, it’s about fighting for my father’s future. In my heart, I know he is innocent… and as long as he rots in prison for her murder, I owe it to him to keep searching for the real killer. I’m not looking back. It’s about setting things right. And although sometimes when you try to set things right… you risk letting other people down. You must not let that keep you from moving forward. If you’re not moving, you’re not living. My mom taught me that. I love her for that. And so I run. For her. For everybody. ‘Cause no matter what happened in the past… no matter how bad it gets, or how many hits I take… I will always keep trying.

might mean for their murder investigation. She looked across the table at the Violent Crime Unit’s junior detective. ‘Rae, you get an incident board set up, then find out what you can about Tony Quigley and his wife. All we know so far is that he was a prison officer at Portland until he took early retirement two years ago. Maybe someone bore a grudge against him from back then. But he and his wife seem to have been living a lifestyle beyond what I would have expected. Barry, can you contact the prison governor at Portland and fix up an appointment for us tomorrow? Don’t give too much away but let him know we want to find out all we can about Quigley. Let’s get busy.’ Rae Gregson returned to her desk. She’d become used to this kind of research in the time she’d been with the unit. It had become one of her key specialities — seeking out background information on suspects, victims, family members and contacts. And with such an unusual name as Quigley, it shouldn’t be a difficult task. As the afternoon wore on, the bank of information grew. Tony Quigley had been born in the mid-fifties in Kent to a local Gravesend father

Bill and Dave paid sixty cents to watch two Arab boys screw each other. The boys protested, saying, “Malo,” it’s bad, it’s bad to do this, then they began giggling. David said, “Si, malo, todos malos,’” all bad. Bill reported the incident at length to Allen Ginsberg: “We demanded semen too, no half-assed screwing. So I asked Marv: “Do you think they will do it?’ and he says: ‘I think so. They are hungry.’ They did it. Made me feel sorta like a dirty old man.” Bill used his report almost verbatim in the “Black Meat” section of The Naked Lunch. “We took the two boys back to Dave’s room and told them what we wanted. After some coy giggling they agreed, and took off their ragged clothes. Both of them had slender, beautiful boy bodies. Dave was M.C. he pointed to Boy 2 and said: ‘All right, you screw him first’ pointing to Boy 1. Boy 1 lay down on his stomach on the bed. Boy 2 rubbed spit on his prick and began screwing him. Dave said: ‘Leche we want leche.’ Leche means milk, Spanish for jissum—the boy contracted convulsively and his breath whistled through his teeth. He lay still for a moment on top of the other boy then shoved himself off with both hands. He showed us the jissum on his prick and asked for a towel. Dave threw him one and he carefully wiped his prick. Then he lay down on his stomach and Boy 1 took over. He was more passionate. He got mad because Boy 2 kept his ass contracted and pounded on his buttocks with his fist. Finally he got it in and began screwing violently. Boy 2 groaned in protest. Boy 1 came almost immediately, his buttocks quivering in spasms. He sighed then rolled free... I see both boys every day. They will do it anytime for forty cents, which is standard price.

Philosophy is a myth of knowledge struggling against a myth of myth

I realized I didn't have to be cast wherever the cosmic tides haphazardly sent me. If I concentrated, I could control my journey. In the speed force, time and place were one. I could go where and even when I wanted. My universe was dying and I knew exactly where I wanted to be. With Iris. At her side.