Let us find the way to the peace Le us make peace, the way of life Let us sing the song of peace Let us dance together with joy of life Let us feel and love each other Let us share and bloom together Let us dare to care for who suffer Let us dream a ...
There are times i wish i was a master magician so i could disappear into the folds of time, without consequence, without missing a beat. As an introvert, i need so much time to myself. I feel expansive and peaceful in my own space, constricted and ch...
As a kid, I was scared of losing my mind. In Terrell, Texas, where I grew up, there was a guy that would walk down the street talking to himself. And I used to watch him and feel uneasy. And there was a sanitarium where people would say, 'That's wher...
I often think about how my sons will come to know about September 11th. Something overheard? A newspaper image? In school? I would prefer that they learn about it from my wife and me, in a deliberate and safe way. But it's hard to imagine ever feelin...
This catch-22 happens a lot to men. A man can sense that a woman wants to know if he loves her. He doesn't want to share those feelings because, if he does, she will expect him to marry her and be greatly hurt if he doesn't. In romantic movies, lovin...
I write the last line, and then I write the line before that. I find myself writing backwards for a while, until I have a solid sense of how that ending sounds and feels. You have to know what your voice sounds like at the end of the story, because i...
First ladies, you know, we look at Michelle Obama, and we look at most first ladies, and they seem like they have it all. You know, they live in the White House, they go to state dinners, they ride on Air Force One, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. But ...
I just kind of opened up and said, 'I feel like a rag doll. I have hair and makeup people coming to my house every day and putting me in new, uncomfortable, weird dresses and expensive shoes, and I just shut down and raise my arms up for them to get ...
Even though I am the daughter of a poet, and my stepmother is also a poet, growing up, I didn't think I could understand poetry; I didn't think that it had any relevance to my life, the feelings that I endured on a day-to-day basis, until I was intro...
Eyeball: So, what's with you and this Connie Palermo chick? Billy Tessio: I've been seeing her for over a month now and all she'll let me do is feel her tits. Ace: She's a Catholic, man. There'll all like that. If you wanna get laid, you gotta get yo...
Much protective self-criticism stems from growing up around people who wouldn't or couldn't love you, and it's likely they still can't or won't. In general, however, the more you let go of the tedious delusion of your own unattractiveness, the easier...
Mason: So what's the point? Dad: Of what? Mason: I don't know, any of this. Everything. Dad: Everything? What's the point? I mean, I sure as shit don't know. Neither does anybody else, okay? We're all just winging it, you know? The good news is you'r...
If I'm not in the dead heat of working on something, I can end up spending tons and tons of time on the Web, and I hate it. I feel the same shame I did in grad school when I was pretty much addicted to reruns of 'Star Trek: The Next Generation'. I wi...
I tell you it's no joke to paint a portrait. I wonder that I am not more timid when I begin. I feel almost certain that I can do it. It seems very simple. I don't think of the time that is sure to come when I almost despair, when the whole thing seem...
Sister Aloysius Beauvier: [to Sister James] What have you seen? Sister James: It is unsettling to look at people with suspicion. I feel less close to God. Sister Aloysius Beauvier: When you take a step to address wrongdoing, you are taking a step awa...
Stan: How does it feel to be shot? Michael: Don't hurt. That's what you wanna know. And how it's been, doing OK. Stan: Yeah, same thing. Nothing's changed. I'm getting more ass than a toilet seat and Axel here, he's getting fatter than ever.
Patrick: Baby, whats wrong? Clementine: I don't know! I DON'T KNOW! I'm lost! I'm scared! I feel like I'm disappearing! MY SKIN'S COMING OFF! I'M GETTING OLD! Nothing makes any sense to me! NOTHING MAKES ANY SENSE!
[as Joel and Clementine eat out, he thinks about the other glum-looking couples in the restaurant] Joel: Are we like those bored couples you feel sorry for in restaurants? Are we the dining dead? I can't stand the idea of us being a couple people thi...
Nick: Why don't they call you guys officer-esses? Sandra: I beg your pardon? Nick: You know, like actress. Something to signify... You know. Sandra: Oh. I guess they feel a police officer is a police officer. Not a... You know. Nick: Okay then. Sorry...
Mr. Robinson: Do you ummm... do you want to tell me *why* you did it Benjamin: Mr. Robinson! Mr. Robinson: Do you have a special grudge against me? Do you feel a particularly strong resentment? Is there something I've said that's caused this contempt...
Andrew Largeman: Why are you crying? Sam: I don't know. I'm sorry, I'm not usually like this. It's just like, it's so sad. You know? It's so tragic, isn't it? It feels like real life tragedy or something. Andrew Largeman: Anyway, let's just change th...
