It never ceases to amaze me how adaptable social geometry can be. Within a couple of days I went from being the centre of the circle to an indefinite point outside its circumference.
Weave the circle, tightly sewn, Let nothing evil or unknown Enter within. Stay without On pain of death, we cast you out.
Happily ever after?" "If justice doesn't triumph and love doesn't make the circle in entertainment fiction, what's the point? Real life sucks too often.
Not every President is a great speaker. Not every President is a great thinker. But in the modern era, every single President is a master of one thing: eye contact.
Mending a broken heart isn't easy. It's messy and complicated, but when it's finished, it's stronger than ever.
Happiness comes in many forms. Whether through a passion for something or someone, it makes no difference. The results are the same: you live.
Don't go to eighth grade...don't talk about something old...don't bring up old memories that have nothing to do with who we are now. THIS is all that matters! TODAY.
Outside the family circle, papa, I'm glad to say, is entirely unknown. I think that is quite as it should be. The home seems to me to be the proper sphere for the man.
Once outside the magic circle the writers became their lonely selves, pondering on poems, observing their fellow men ruthlessly, putting people they knew into novels; no wonder they were without friends.
I live my life in widening circles that reach out across the world.
You're absolutely gorgeous. But you look too empty." Holding her gaze he slid his thumbs in to circle the rim of her opening. "Want something to fill you up?
All habits are bad habits. (...) Madness does not come by breaking out, but by giving in; by settling down in some dirty, little, self-repeating circle of ideas; by being tamed.
I can spot a polka dot dress from hundreds of circles away.
If you end your story, it's a static work of art, a finite circle. But if you don't, it belongs to anyone's imagination. It stays alive forever.
God draws near to us in such a way as to draw us near to himself within the circle of his knowing of himself.
Disaster was an avalanche, gathering speed with such acceleration that you worried more about getting out of its path, not finding the pebble at its center.
What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?
I like the word ‘evil’. Scramble it a little and you will get ‘vile’ and ‘live’. ‘Good’, on the other hand, is just a command to ‘go do’.
A sage is a former fool who has become tired of himself. A foolish sage is one who forgets this. Remember, or come full circle.
A boomerang returns back to the person who throws it. But first, while moving in a circle, it hits its target. So does gossip.
Completing the circle is both philosophical and tactical - there is a growing sense of mastery that comes with practice, diligence, and experience.
