In this knowledge-worker age, it's now increasingly tied to doing well in school so you can get into better grad schools so you can get better jobs - so the pressure to do well is really high.
What freedom to be tied up, and still have the capability of ignoring ridiculous, silly conversations.
The ties that bind us to life are tougher than you imagine, or than any one can who has not felt how roughly they may be pulled without breaking.
Not a whit, we defy augury: there's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 'tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all.
If you add the shadow of death to a moment of passion you are in that instant free of all normal ties, your mind grows still and your body enters a state of non-being.
They do say money is the root of all evil." I thought that was supposed to be the love of money." There's neat for you. 'Tis them without it that loves it best.
Lo! 'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears [...]
I have always been on speaking terms with God, especially now. God and I just had a few weeks of silence. 'Tis over now.
Too bad,Elizabeth. You're Stuck with me.Not for a few decades,not for centuries. You're tied to me forever. That boy and girl offspring you talked off? They'll come from me--or no one.
But 'tis a sad thing that all one's happiness is only that the world does not know you are miserable.
Let even an affectionate Goliath get himself tied to a small tender thing, dreading to hurt it by pulling, and dreading still more to snap the cord, and which of the two, pray, will be master?
Your only limitations are the ties you allow to bind you.
death is predestined for all mortals. Souls live forever, but the body does not. Unless you are immortal, both the soul and body are tied together."~Taznikos Abyssos
—Aun no entiendo cómo puedo odiar tanto a alguien a quien amo—me dijo con furia. —Yo siento exactamente lo mismo, salvo que yo ya no te amo. Solo me queda odio para ti.
„A stejně plánujeme Damienu vysvobodit, takže na to přijdou. Plánujeme to teda, že jo?“ ujišťuju se, když mě probodnou jeho nechápavé zelené oči. „Když ti řeknu, že ne, poslechneš?“ Zašklebím se. „Ne.“ „To se dalo č...
Man is something that shall be overcome.... Man is a rope, tied between beast and overman -- a rope over an abyss... What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not an end.
¿Te roba algo de tu alegría que yo haya pertenecido antes a otro y que otro me posea después de ti? ¿Será menor tu placer porque otro haya sido feliz como tú?
The colour grey is an unemotional colour, neutral, on the fence and neither here, nor there. Tis why old people’s hair turns grey . . . betwixt life and death.
Souls soar high above reach, Hands extend but never touch, Words exchanged in dulcet tones, Tis a fated moment to understand one's truth, Time to let go.
Books! tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it.
We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly.
