I was fifteen years old when I understood how it is that things break down: people can't imagine someone else's point of view.
Life is a bunch of 'universal truths', not mine, not anyone else's ...but which exist as a fact..until we 'crack' them for ourselves as 'truths'!
As long as we don't get turned into something that looks more like high school, more like everybody else and less like us, I'll be okay.
She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or perhaps something as simple as not being second.
So please, for the love of gender- go bloom. Or water someone else while they do.
Steiner's teachings begin and end with man but in between is humankind, the earth, the cosmos. Architecture is the same: it too begins and ends with individual man, with everything else within it.
I hated talking, and I hated listening to everyone else stumble on their words and try to phrase things in the vaguest possible way so they wouldn’t sound dumb.
When everyone drowns and I'm the only one to escape, God is protecting me. When everyone else is saved and I'm the only one to drown, God is protecting me then too.
It's American to be from somewhere else, and it's American to go from East to West. It's American to seek your fortune someplace other than where you are, or to be escaping something...
Isn't it strange that all life can pretty much end, but the universe goes on as it is? No one else exists, but the moon keeps shining and the stars keep falling.
I understand now that nobody could have saved Ty but Ty. There’s no one else to blame. Not you. Not me. Ty was holding all the cards.
That was the thing about being alone, in theory or in principle. Whatever happened-good, bad, or anywhere in between-it was always, if nothing else, all your own.
Family isn’t something that’s supposed to be static, or set. People marry in, divorce out. They’re born, they die. It’s always evolving, turning into something else.
I swear, when that woman dies, she'll be deader than everybody else.~Pattiecake from Laid Out and Candle Lit
I do not want to be labeled as an atheist; I do hate religions’ stupidity and insanity, but there is nothing else I can be called.
Forgiveness is not something you do for someone else; it's something you do for yourself. To forgive is not to condone, it is to refuse to continue feeling bad about an injury.
Livvy noted there seemed some communal feeling between the married: any wife could be faintly rude to anyone else's husband.
Why am I letting you comfort me?” He stared over her head. Because I’ve made sure you have no one else to turn to.
Real magic can never be made by offering someone else's liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back.
When you understand who you are by knowing what God created you to do, you have no room for becoming jealous over what someone else is doing.
The mind-blowing, ridiculous sex which was the stuff of both poetry and porn - so unlike anything else I had ever experienced before.
