He had just compunction enough for having done nothing for his sisters himself, to be exceedingly anxious that everybody else should do a great deal.
I come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is and always will be yours.
The universe had an odd sense of fairness; it took away things one did not want to give up, and then gave things one did not ask for.
It makes no sense to try to extend a friendship that was only meant to be a season into a lifetime.
Marianne, who had the knack of finding her way in every house to the library, however it might be avoided by the family in general, soon procured herself a book.
Lady Middleton resigned herself... Contenting herself with merely giving her husband a gentle reprimand on the subject, five or six times every day.
It's the essence of a degenerating mind periodically, to lose all sense of continuous self, and therefore any regard for what others think of your lack of continuity.
Julian spoke with the clear, unequivocal lucidity of madmen who have escaped the hypocrisy of having to abide by a reality that makes no sense.
When we sense something, it is due to the movement of atoms in space. When I see the moon it is because "moon atoms" penetrate my eye.
With heightened senses it remained motionless and looked through bulbous eyes. It could taste fear in the air. Pheromones. Sweat. Food was near, but more importantly, so was its new home.
I wrapped the unyielding woman I loved in my arms & kissed her slowly, hoping that some part of her would sense my absolute devotion." #Ren
We all didn't come into to the world at the same time so it makes sense that we don't leave it at the same time.
The light lulls you into a false sense of security. But if the dark should come suddenly and silently, you’d stand out like black on night.
Every act of will is an act of self-limitation. To desire action is to desire limitation. In that sense, every act is an act of self-sacrifice. When you choose anything, you reject everything else.
We're so young. We can't, we MUST not loose this sense of possibility because in the end, it's all we have.
But, in making the sacrifices that the Government asks us to make, we are not protecting our freedom. We are giving away our freedom in exchange for a false sense of security.
I sensed more than recognized the sound of those skeletal knuckles on the door. I was too young for it to be Death, so it had to be his mother.
If you want to see a man come to his senses, try something like, Do you happen to carry a rubber in your wallet? Did I mention I'm not on the pill?
The sense of mystery must always be, for mystery means being guided by obedience to Someone Who knows more than I do.
But life isn't really about just geting by. Right when you've lulled yourself into a false sense of security, it likes to throw in a plot twist. Keep you on your toes.
We yearn for there to be meaning to our lives, balanced with a sense of inner peace & joy.
