In our tabulation of psychoanalytic results we have classed those who stopped treatment together with those not improved. This appears to be reasonable a patient who fails to finish his treatment and is not improved is surely a therapeutic failure.

Do not be embarrassed by your failures learn from them and start again.

My experience with both my parents is that grief has a lot of down sad things but I was also really emotionally raw in the first year after each of them passed. Flowers smelled more intensely my relationships were hotter and I was more willing to risk. I was going for it a lot more. I was 'unsober' and I wasn't playing by my rules.

To most men experience is like the stern lights of a ship which illuminate only the track it has passed.

I had one relative who passed away but fortunately none others. So my sort of experience of it is quite limited thankfully.

Most people go through life dreading they'll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. They've already passed their test in life. They're aristocrats.

I had passed through the entire British education system studying literature culminating in three years of reading English at Oxford and they'd never told me about something as basic as the importance of point of view in fiction!

If the Liberals' law is passed will sex education in the schools including elementary grades include the same portrayals of sexual activity which presently exist in heterosexual instruction? Will there be the same presentation of homosexual activity? Of course there will.

Anyone who has passed though the regular gradations of a classical education and is not made a fool by it may consider himself as having had a very narrow escape.

Right now I have some big dreams. But at the same time if I get annoyed and harassed by the media I'll just quit. I don't care. We're set for life. I have quite a temper.

I gave the couple a hint of a design that would work great with the bones of their home. They weren't ready for it and they embarrassed themselves and that's too bad.

Death so called is a thing which makes men weep And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.

I was dating a guy that was a huge wrestling fan and I'm embarrassed to say it now but I used to make fun of him for watching it.

My dad was a good athlete. My mom had longevity. There were some athletic genes that certainly got passed down.

My dad passed away before my freshman year and it altered how I thought. I was depressed - I didn't hang out with my friends. I worked through it by dancing.

When I realized I was having trouble reading I was too embarrassed to ask for help. Some teachers believed in me but I just wasn't focused on school - I was into the music and trying to please my dad.

I wasn't sure how my dad would react. There was an agent sitting behind them and he told me he was embarrassed to watch the scenes. My parents have always been very open. They trust my decisions.