Frasier Quotes

Words are real. Even if you can't see them, or hold them. Once you send them out in the world, they have power. Never speak words you don't mean.

I think, This will be the last horrible thing I have to go through, until I meet someone else and the whole travesty begins again. I myself bear a sign that reads DON´T DATE ME, I CHAIN-SMOKE, I´M BITTER, AND I INCLUDE GRABBY TODDLER, and this has dramatically decreased my social life. I have resigned myself to a lifetime of jalapeño poppers and cheap wine and Frasier reruns.

Socrates said the perfect society would be based on a great lie. People would be told that lie from the cradle, and they would believe it, because human beings need to make order out of chaos.

He expected too much from people, that was the problem, Ethan thought. He expected too much from life.

STOP TREATING DOPE PEOPLE LIKE THEY'RE REGULAR

IF YOU AIN'T RAISING THE VIBRATION YOU ARE KILLING THE VIBE!

It's OK to not be fine.

But sometimes the monster in the closet was really just a worthless clown in a coma.

Because the passage of time becomes molasses when dealing with the death of a loved one. A month. A year. Two years. All the same.

Maybe that’s what coffee shops sold. The idea that everything was okay, at least here, in this moment.

Music is art, and art is an integral part of the human experience.

MY ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS BECAUSE WHILE I STAND STILL MY VIBRATIONS STILL MOVE YOU

VIBES NEVER EVER LIE; SO YOU BETTER LISTEN WHEN THEY TALK!

Zoey thought about what Charlotte and Frasier had said about some stories not needing to be told. Zoey had only thought about the loss of the story itself. But now she wondered if finding out the truth behind some stories would constitute an even greater loss, because it meant losing something you were happy believing.

BLACK ISN'T JUST A HUE IT'S A HUEMAN

Oh? You're held to a different standard because of others' preconceptions?

MOST DAYS MY LIFE CAN BE SUMMED UP IN MOVIE QUOTES AND HIP HOP AND R&B LYRICS

THEY STOLE YOUR STYLE BUT THEY COULDN'T STEAL YOUR GLOW

YOU HIDE YOUR UGLY TRUTH SO BEAUTIFULLY AND WHEN YOU REVEAL IT TO THE WORLD YOU'RE EVEN MORE ATTRACTIVE

Determination Determines Your Destination

People were always trying to fix the past. They deliberately, often unconsciously, relived events similar to something that had gone wrong.

FAKE IT TIL YOU BECOME IT!

FACE IT.... SOMETIMES PROCRASTINATION IS DEPRESSION IN DISGUISE KNOW THE DIFFERENCE!

IF IT WASN'T FOR MUSIC I WOULD HAVE AMNESIA! MY MEMORIES LIVE IN THE MUSIC! #HOPENATION

THE WISER I GET.... THE LESS I SPEAK, THE MORE I THINK AND THE MORE THOUGHTFUL MY WORDS BECOME" ~QWANA M. "BABYGIRL" REYNOLDS-FRASIER

They watched a repeat of Frasier on Channel 11. The show was starting to grow on them both.

My phone dings and before I can pick it up, it dings several more times. I catch sly grins and snickers in my direction from my 'friends' and I just know that this can not be good. I check my phone to find that there's several updates on Facebook. Oh, no. [Bradley Patrick is marrier to Colleen Frasier Patrick)] [Bradely Patrick likes Colleen Frasier Patrick's status] My eyes grown wide and I see that all of my 'friends' like my status. But I haven't been on Facebook since we left Boston. What the fuck? And why has my name changed! [Colleen Frasier Patrick is having lunch with 'the hubs' Bradley Patrick] Who hacked my Facebook account? I glare around at each of them. I can't tell who did it. They all look guilty. I try to log into my account, but the password has been changed. Who changed my password? I know I'm screaming but I can't stop myself. They all burst out laughing.

An idea, a notion, love, hate, formed in childhood, was hard to redirect because it was so ingrained and so accepted as normal.

YOU LIGHT UP MY LIFE SO PLEASE NEVER STOP SHINING!

WHEN PEOPLE SHOW YOU THEIR TRUE COLORS, DON'T GO COLOR BLIND

NEVER BE SO BUSY BEING THE LIGHT FOR OTHERS THAT YOU NEGLECT TO SHINE ON YOURSELF

IF SOMEONE KEEPS DOING WHAT THEY'RE DOING THEY WILL GET BETTER AT IT, BUT.... THEY STILL WON'T BE BETTER THEN YOU! KEEP PUSHING!

A LIE IS LIKE A BAD NEIGHBORHOOD; IT'S NOT SAFE TO LIVE IN

MIND YOUR OWN SOCIAL MEDIA BUSINESS

HOLDING ONTO HOPE MAY MAKE YOU TIRED BUT IF YOU LET GO OF HOPE, THE FALL CAN SPIRITUALLY KILL YOU! HOLD ON

PRACTICE MAKES THE HARD THINGS EASY

LOVE IS NOMADIC AND I'M A GYPSY SOUL SO LOVE GOES WHEREVER I GO

PEOPLE WITH THE SMARTEST MOUTHS HAVE THE DUMBEST BRAINS

NO SURROGATE CAN BIRTH YOUR GREATNESS SO LET THEM STEAL TIME WILL REVEAL

IN LIFE ONE MUST LEARN HOW TO WASH THEIR OWN BACK

I wonder why we always feel disdain for our old selves,” Uriah said. “We should feel thankful. We should appreciate the people we used to be rather than being ashamed of them.

Good afternoon, Seattle. I'm listening.

Words are real. Even if you can’t see them, or hold them. Once you send them out in the world, they have power. Never speak words you don’t mean.

WHAT CAN YOU SPEND BUT YOU CAN NEVER GET BACK???? TIME! CHOOSE HOW YOU SPEND YOUR TIME AND WHO YOU SPEND IT WITH WISELY.

Something Is Brewing... God Knows What He Is Doing

God Makes No Mistakes He Makes Divine Executive Decisions

I said I was sorry.” “Words are real. Even if you can’t see them, or hold them. Once you send them out in the world, they have power. Never speak words you don’t mean.” Gould

She’s not only merely dead—she’s really most sincerely dead.

L-EVELS O-F V-ARYING E-MOTIONS BEING IN LOVE IS ALWAYS A COMPLICATED RELATIONSHIP!

the brain often rejected logic in favor of desire. “Have

NEVER GO TO SLEEP KNOWING THE SAME THING YOU KNEW THE NIGHT BEFORE!

FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS THE MAP IS FREE! IMAGINATION IS THE KEY! ~QWANA B.G.R.F

IT'S NOT ALWAYS ABOUT THE POUNDS LOST MORE ABOUT THE STRENGTH GAINED QWANA B.G.R.F

HEROES AIN'T NOTHING BUT A VILLAIN WHO FOUND THEIR PURPOSE

haboobs, those nasty walls of sand and dust that moved in like dense clouds, making travel, and even breathing, near impossible.

She hadn’t known she was a cat person

This was how she coped, by calming her mind and removing all wants.

Sometimes The Only Happy Ending You're Going To Get, Starts With The Beginning Of Understanding #HOPENATION

EVERYTHING ROUND AIN'T A BALL

SOME OF THE WEALTHIEST PEOPLE ARE THE BROKEST PEOPLE ON EARTH!

WHEN YOU LOVE MAKE EVERY MOMENT AN EXPERIENCE THE HEART CAN HOLD ONTO.

MY LIFE MAY NOT BE A FAIRY TALE BUT IT'S A DAMN GOOD READ

I wonder why we always feel disdain for our old selves...We should feel thankful. We should appreciate the people we used to be rather than being ashamed of them.

LEGACY IS THE RESPONSIBILITY OF THE LIVING!

I USED TO BE A HUGGER NOW I'M A SOCIAL DISTANCER

He could really fool the shit out of himself. A guy had to be careful about creating his own reality. Because you could get lost in it, so lost that it was hard to get back to the real world.

This was what it was about. These moments that crept up on you out of nowhere and whispered mysterious, unformed promises that made you want to live for something you didn’t even know existed.

The desk in front of Frasier was littered with sketchbooks and colored pencils. Drawing was a medium he'd taken up later in life and all he drew was birds, over and over, usually in the heat of the day when it was too hot to be in the garden. The wall in front of him was covered in sketches of the dellawisps, so many of them the papers overlapped, forming a decoupage of turquoise birds.

Unless a person’s memory could be erased, there were no fresh starts, only progression. Even if you burned down a house where bad things had happened, the house would still be there in your mind, regardless.

I wonder how much of a person is simply fabricated by others,” she said. “And think about this: None of us see the same person in the exact same way. We bring ourselves into the equation. So an individual is never really an individual.

Frasier stepped in and reached for a wall switch. A crystal light fixture popped on, raining down variegated light. The building revealed itself to be like a geode---rocky on the outside but sparkling with unexpected decadence inside. It was small, just one room. The furniture was covered with white sheets, but everything else she could see was lovely---the golden parquet floor, the whitewashed rafters, and the long kitchen counter on the far wall, which sported kitschy, pale pink appliances.

Forgot my coffee on my desk.” True, but an excuse all the same. Her next choice would be PMS, but PMS got a bad rap. Her theory about PMS was that it simply lifted the veil. It wasn’t always pleasant to see the world so clearly, so it only happened once a month.

I wonder how much of a person is simply fabricated by others,” she said. “And think about this: None of us see the same person in the exact same way. We bring ourselves into the equation. So an individual is never really an individual.” “This might be a little too deep for a hangover. Are you saying we’re not only a product of our environment; we’re also informed by accurate and inaccurate observations by others? That makes my head hurt even more.” “One thing I know, before my capture I saw myself through everybody else’s eyes, if that makes any sense. Every single person I engaged with throughout the day. I read their reaction to me and saw what they saw, accurate or inaccurate. That hasn’t happened since my escape. I don’t know if this new me is normal or abnormal, but that skewed reflection no longer exists. It should feel good, but it’s like something is gone.” You become the person he sees.

Curiosity and the ability to be amazed were essential for them both right now. When those responses slipped away, a person was in trouble. Awe was part of the human experience that couldn’t and shouldn’t be discounted.

Abuse came wrapped in different packages, and indifference to a partner’s pain was one of them.

I’m more worried about evil people than I am about a major earthquake.

She hardly ever smiled, because being a principal was serious shit. And being a small woman who was also a principal was even more serious shit.

When you dealt with bad people all day long, pretty soon everybody was painted in dark colors. The world was painted in dark colors.

sometimes the eureka moment came when your mind was distracted, when you suddenly found yourself focusing on something else, usually something mundane. And then, out of the blue, pieces would start to fit together.

Being in Savannah was like landing on some alien planet where even the residents were visitors, living on the shoulders of a dark and brutal and beautiful past.

Had anybody ever touched her this way? She didn’t think so. With breathing coming in short bursts. With hesitance? Sweet hesitance, and maybe some disbelief.

That was the mind-set of many farmers. If you didn’t know it, you got the information. You figured it out.

Nothing good came in a suit. You had your funeral directors, your FBI, your lawyers, your detectives.

There weren’t any self-help books for the children of serial killers. It would have been an extremely niche market. Hopefully.

Those people, once removed from your life, were hard to put back. You could try, and you could think it was going to work, and you could enjoy the company and the reminiscing, but it was hard, if not impossible, to make them a part of your life once again. And so opening that door invited in a certain bittersweet melancholy, and a reminder that life was fleeting. And those moments that seem bigger than a movie? Even those moments fade and become part of our mental scrapbooks.

People always left a little of themselves behind once they were gone.

THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT A LOVE THAT'S NOT NEW BUT NEVER GET'S OLD

An Investment thesis is a written analysis laying out the case for why an investment opportunity would generate a compelling return.

FRASIER Claire, you are in mourning. But you’re not mourning the loss of your boyfriend. You’re mourning the loss of what you thought your life was going to be. Let it go. Things don’t always work out how you planned—that’s not necessarily bad. Things have a way of working out anyway. Have you ever heard of…Lupe Velez?

Uriah said. “We should feel thankful. We should appreciate the people we used to be rather than being ashamed of them.

the while Hoffman would wonder if it had been a mistake to give Elise the job of head homicide detective. And all the while Elise would wonder the same thing. Because, hell yeah, she was jumpy. It wasn’t this Jay Thomas Paul person’s fault. Her reaction simply underscored a problem she hadn’t yet gotten a handle on. Her psych evaluation, which she’d never seen, although she’d love to, probably said something about the psychological ramifications of being taken captive and tortured by a madman. She’d done okay at first, after it was all over. But now she suspected post-traumatic stress disorder was kicking in. She hoped it would eventually kick its way back out. If not, she might have to step down as head of homicide.

I’m the best there is at getting people to talk. You know that. Yes, we could send somebody else out to do it, but would they come back with any information?

First the monsters come, then the indifference.

But even the most boring people could harbor deep and ugly secrets.

I’ve got toe warmers in my boots and finger warmers in my gloves, thermal underwear, insulated snow pants, and a down jacket, and I’m freezing my ass off. And then I see photos of people in Antarctica, and it’s forty below or something insane, and they’re standing there smiling with no hat. And you have to wonder: What the hell?

People could force themselves to change, basically stuffing a square peg into a round hole, but the core person usually remained the same.

On a napkin she’d created a black-ink version of the painting she’d been daydreaming about, the place where her father had buried a woman named Carmel Cortez.

They might try for a while, but most of the time people defaulted back to the person they were comfortable with, the one who took the least amount of effort. Being a better person was work.

Some people didn’t like to fly because it meant relinquishing control while in the sky. Olivia actually liked to fly for that very reason. Zero control, nothing was expected of her, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about the flight. She considered it her extreme version of unplugging.

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