Sebenarnya, rakyat Indonesia pada dasarnya bangsa yang lemah, patuh dan pendiam. Tetapi orang Belanda sendiri pernah mengatakan, di dalam jiwa orang Indonesia terdapat semangat seekor harimau. Dan apabila kami diterkam, kami sanggup melakukan tindaka...
Revolusi kini telah membuktikan dirinya sebagai pembantu-pembantuku yang baik dan loyal. Tentu tak ada yang mengira bahwa kami pernah berada pada pihak yang bertentangan. Kami hanya tidak sepakat di dalam taktik. Itulah cara dari orang-orang revolusi...
Banyak orang yang berkaki telanjang, tetapi mereka bukan orang yang revolusioner. Banyak orang berpangkat tinggi memakai sarung, tapi mereka bekerja sepenuh hati untuk penjajah. Jadi yang menandakan seseorang itu revolusioner adalah perjuangan yang d...
Sudah merupakan suratan nasib Sukarno, untuk menyusun pergerakan yang membuat dia masuk penjara, lalu dibuang, tapi kemudian dia akan membebaskan kita semua. Sukarno bukan lagi milik orangtuanya. Karno sudah menjadi milik rakyat Indonesia. Kami harus...
... not far around the corner from every ugly experience is something really beautiful. And if you stop at every bitter comment you will never reach that beauty. Soledad O'Brien
As every slumdweller knew, there were three main ways out of poverty: finding an entrepreneurial niche, as the Husains had found in garbage; politics and corruption, in which Asha placed her hopes; and education.
Though Abdul had been as afraid of ghosts as most Annawadi boys, these reports did not disturb him. Being terrorized by living people seemed to have diminished his fear of the dead.
I sketched North America onto my crude and now crowded map, and Hao was astounded to learn that it was not a piece of Europe, as he had always assumed.
It's possible that you have been told a time or 10 that you don't appreciate how tough your elders had it. It's true that, if you had been coming of age back in, say, 1960, you would probably be feeling more restricted, if only because you were doome...
People always ask me if I could live in any other era what would it be, and I tell them none! I feel so lucky to live in an age where technology has changed and continues to change and make life so much more exciting. It keeps everyone young and cons...
I'm very conscious about putting good food into my body. Years ago, I went to see an amazing healer called Allah, who could read your body. She told me that I can't absorb vitamins very well, and I have to eat the right things to get my vitamins. I'v...
In 1998, Vanity Fair asked me to write a big piece for them on the 50th anniversary of the New York City Ballet. My life, to a great extent, had been spent at and with the New York City Ballet, and I decided to try it. It was very scary, writing abou...
researchers discovered that people who have just consumed caffeinated drinks were more likely to be swayed by arguments about various controversial topics.55 In short, good evidence that there really is no such thing as a free lunch or an innocent cu...
I am an aristocrat," Virginian John Randolph would explain decades after the American Revolution. "I love liberty; I hate equality.
The policemen agreed they were living with a most peculiar fellow. One moment he was reading classical literature in the original French and quoting Tennyson, and the next he would be discussing the best way to blow up a train.
Accepting trial and error means accepting error. It means taking problems in our stride when a decision doesn't work out, whether through luck or misjudgment. And that is not something human brains seem to be able to do without a struggle.
Worry never climbed a hill Worry never paid a bill Worry never dried a tear Worry never calmed a fear Worry never darned a heel Worry never cooked a meal Worry never led a horse to water Worry never done a thing you'd think it oughta.
Heroes do not dwell in a time of peace; heroes are hardened in a kiln against the sorrows. Their troubles sharpen the blade and make it gleaming. The glint becomes a brightness that is raised high on a hill, allowing women and men to see beyond thems...
I am counting on nothing but the facts about me. So come on, Future. I've my back against the past. Anyway, as you see, it is too late to argue. I've crossed the Rubicon, and can return only when I have built a new bridge.
He stood up straight and looked the world squarely in the fields and hills. To add weight to his words he stuck the rabbit bone in his hair. He spread his arm out wide. "I will go mad!" he annouced.
It's the silliness--the profligacy, and the silliness--that's so dizzying: a seven-year-old will run downstairs, kiss you hard, and then run back upstairs again, all in less than 30 seconds. It's as urgent an item on their daily agenda as eating or s...
