You never did master a leer." - Katharine Murray, Death on the Family Tree
In that little pocket-size world of his, he was the absolute master.
I stole this from Zen Master Suzuki Roshi: If it's not paradoxical it's not true!
A man must be master of his hours and days, not their servant.
We are masters of the unsaid words, but slaves of those we let slip out.
Logic, like science, must be the servant and not the master of man.
The eye of the master will do more work than both his hands.
Quality is decided by the depth at which the work incorporates the alternatives within itself, and so masters them.
Human beings remember "firsts"- the first time something happens, or the begining of an experience- and we tend to remember "lasts" as well. So when you are about to make a critical/negative delivery , start your criticism with a positive begining, i...
That," she said, "is a little closer to how I imagine it works. Whether or not you pray has absolutely nothing to do with the person to your left. It's like saying you shouldn't get the moon in your window, or else the other cars wouldn't get the moo...
Even more remote from his way of thinking, even more impossible than any other thought, would have been words such as this: “Is it only I alone who have created this experience, or is it objective reality? Does the Master have the same feelings as ...
The gremlin stopped, blinking up at me with an almost hurt expression. 'Master punish bad kitty?' he said in a pitiful voice. 'No I'm not going to punish the bad kitty,' I said and Grimalkin snorted. 'And you aren't either. I want to talk to you. Wil...
I took a bite of lobster meat with rice. It was quite tasty. 'Arguing the morality of slaughter will send you into a tailspin of self-loathing every time.' 'Unless you're a vegan.' 'Uh-huh. But then you're a vegan and you don't count.
How sad, ye Gods, how sad the world is at evening, how mysterious the mists over the swamps! You will know it when you have wandered astray in those mists, when you have suffered greatly before dying, when you have walked through the world carrying a...
If you’ve been exiled, why don’t you send me word of yourself? People do send word. Have you stopped loving me? No, for some reason I don’t believe that. It means you were exiled and died … Release me, then, I beg you, give me freedom to live...
They destroy lives with work. What for? They rob men of their lives. What for, I ask? My master—I lost my life in the textile mill of Nefidov—my master presented one prima donna with a golden wash basin. Every one of her toilet articles was gold....
Never say that you can't do something, or that something seems impossible, or that something can't be done, no matter how discouraging or harrowing it may be; human beings are limited only by what we allow ourselves to be limited by: our own minds. W...
Dug: Oh, please, oh, please, oh, please be my prisoner! Russell: Dug, stop bothering Kevin! Dug: That man there says I should take the bird... [Kevin squacks at Dug] Dug: ... and I love that man there like he is my master. Carl Fredricksen: I am not ...
Mrs. Potts: Pardon me, Master... Beast: Leave me in peace. Mrs. Potts: But sir, the castle is under attack! Villagers: [singing outside and trying to knock the door down] Kill the Beast! Kill the Beast! Lumiere: [All the objects are trying to hold th...
Ah, mon cher, for anyone who is alone, without God and without a master, the weight of days is dreadful.
The craft of a master is not imposing dominance, but winning submission.
