I'm pretty grounded on my own passion - writing books, you know, doing programs, speaking around the country. And I love what I do.
In a sacred ground like marriage, you find yourself out of it at certain times for reasons unknown that can be destructive. There could be a demon that kind of comes out and overtakes you.
Bathtubs, pools, water - to me, it's a very essential part of being grounded and sensual and feeling yourself.
Sometimes just to touch the ground is enough for me, even if not a single thing grows from what I plant.
People tell me that I am well-grounded. I am sane in the New England sense of the word.
When those waiters ask me if I want some fresh ground pepper, I ask if they have any aged pepper.
It is a comfortable feeling to know that you stand on your own ground. Land is about the only thing that can't fly away.
So the major obstacle to the development of new supplies is not geology but what happens above ground: international affairs, politics, investment and technology.
If there is a ground zero in the cultural wars, it is Missouri, a state where pro-life groups are strong and well organized and their agenda dominates local politics.
Love is the grounding of our existence as humans and is the basic emotioning in our systemic identity as human beings.
My feeling is that maintaining financial independence is also a healthy way to keep my feet on the ground.
But a lot of that kind of work is done pre-flight, coordinating efforts with the flight directors and the ground teams, and figuring out how you're going to operate together.
I'm married to my job. I'm obsessed with my work, and I run myself into the ground every single day. Unfortunately, a lot of other pursuits have to take a back seat.
I think in most relationships that have problems, there's fault on both sides. And in order for it to work, there has to be some common ground that's shared. And it's not just one person making amends.
Once we face our fear, once we treat our anxiety itself as a thing, we can then choose otherwise. Instead of filling the unknown in our minds with expectations of the tragic, we can choose to fill the void with a different expectation – the expecta...
A loud boom exploded the air, making Thomas jump. It was followed by a horrible crunching, grinding sound. He stumbled backward, fell to the ground. He wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it for himself. The enormous stone wall to the right o...
The unknown," said Faxe's soft voice in the forest, "the unforetold, the unproven, that is what life is based on. Ignorance is the ground of thought. Unproof is the ground of action. If it were proven that there is no God there would be no religion. ...
Moses threw the spent cigarette butt to the ground. It bounced once then lay still. A lazy wisp of smoke drifted towards the reaching shadows. He pushed himself to his feet and brushed flakes of grit from the seat of his jeans. Stuffing his hands in ...
Aaron reached into his jacket pocket and took out his Bible, a gift from his father, Captain Benjamin K. Matthews, on the the day he had ridden off to war. Aaron opened to the Psalms, intending to read, but his eyes were heavy and closed against his ...
Your middle name might be discreet, but mine is resourceful, Darling.
I don't know much about only children. I was the middle one of three, and if ever I was alone with mum and dad, it was a rare moment.
