Strange Sally Diamond Quotes

In the outside world, you will find more people who are kind than people who are not. Seek them out.

You don’t understand a lot of things, Sally, and this is one of them.’ ‘I understand racism.’ ‘Stop calling me a racist.’ ‘Stop being one.

If Santa Claus doesn’t exist, does God, or the devil?” Mum looked to Dad and he said, “Nobody knows.” I found that concept difficult. If they knew for a fact that Santa Claus didn’t exist, why didn’t they know for sure about God?

You are you. As unique and different as every other person on the planet. Your oddities are not disabilities (although we call them disabilities to get your welfare allowance), they are mere quirks of your personality. You don’t like talking on the phone and I don’t like cauliflower. Are we so different?

My daughter, Amanda Heron, was out there, looking for answers. I googled her and found a glut of information. Young people have no idea how available their data is.

Sally, you are a crisis. You don’t mean to be, but if you have doubts about anything, you must ask me, okay?” “But I don’t have doubts about anything.

person on the planet. Your oddities are not disabilities (although we call them disabilities to get your welfare allowance), they are mere quirks of your personality. You don’t like talking on the phone and I don’t like cauliflower. Are we so different?

Every decade or so, we come up with new labels to categorize people. You could have been diagnosed with anxiety disorder or PTSD. Some might even have said you have autistic spectrum disorder or that you have an attachment disorder. The fact is that you are a bit odd, that’s all. You are you. As unique and different as every other person on the planet. Your oddities are not disabilities (although we call them disabilities to get your welfare allowance), they are mere quirks of your personality.

Your behavior has always been inconsistent. It is not bad. But you don’t fit any diagnosis of which I am aware.

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I thought it was a waste to buy flowers for a dead man but I also knew not to voice all my thoughts.

I didn’t stay to hear it burn. He was no longer he; it was a body, an “it,” in a domestic incinerator beside a barn in a field beside a house at the end of a lane, off a minor road.