A Quote by CJ Roberts

My heart, independent of my logic, had reserved a place for my tormentor and my solace. — © CJ Roberts
My heart, independent of my logic, had reserved a place for my tormentor and my solace.
He was my tormentor and my solace; the creator of the dark and the light within.
My dear, if heaven is truly a place, then it is situated in your heart, that special place, that was reserved for me.
Beta decay was... like a dear old friend. There would always be a special place in my heart reserved especially for it.
You can talk about movies all you want, but I have this porcelain fetish. I've had it since I was a kid, because there were so many kids in my family, the only place I had any solace was in the bathroom.
For a long time, she held a special place in my heart. I kept this special place just for her, like a "Reserved" sign on a quiet corner table in a restaurant. Despite the fact that I was sure I'd never see her again.
Sweden is the home of my ancestors, and I have reserved a special place in my heart for Sweden.
If my father had a heart attack it would give me no solace at all to know his treatment was first tried on a dog.
I was a skinny, scrawny guy. I stuttered horrendously, couldn't speak at all. I was a very shy, reserved player and a very shy, reserved person. I found a safe place in life in basketball.
It is difficult to remove by logic an idea not placed there by logic in the first place. By nature, we are emotional creatures. Often we live and react based on feelings, not logic. Feelings are wonderful, but when we become tied to a particular thought or belief we tend to ignore the fact that change might be necessary.
It is difficult to remove by logic an idea not placed there by logic in the first place.
Love is not the absence of logic but logic examined and recalculated heated and curved to fit inside the contours of the heart.
Acting has been my lover and best friend. My confidant and my tormentor. It has given me support and broken my heart and mended it.
The nineteenth century was completely lacking in logic, it had cosmic terms and hopes, and aspirations, and discoveries, and ideals but it had no logic.
The want of logic annoys. Too much logic bores. Life eludes logic, and everything that logic alone constructs remains artificial and forced.
It is no defense of superstition and pseudoscience to say that it brings solace and comfort to people. . . . If solace and comfort are how we judge the worth of something, then consider that tobacco brings solace and comfort to smokers; alcohol brings it to drinkers; drugs of all kinds bring it to addicts; the fall of cards and the run of horses bring it to gamblers; cruelty and violence bring it to sociopaths. Judge by solace and comfort only and there is no behavior we ought to interfere with.
Hope is independent of the apparatus of logic.
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