We human beings are only a part of something very much larger. When we walk along, we may crush a beetle or simply cause a change in the air so that a fly ends up where it might never have gone otherwise. And if we think of the same example but with ...
If you've a notion of what man's heart is, wouldn't you say that maybe the whole effort of man on earth to build a civilization is simply man's frantic and frightened attempt to hide himself from himself? That there is a part of man that man wants to...
If there is no time, there is no progress.
Don't call it death; call it moving to Heaven.
I'm kind of addicted to moving.
Music is just air moving around.
Suffering isn't ennobling, recovery is.
After a taste of a Scot, you'll never look elsewhere again." A brunette smiled seductively, "That's quite a boast." "I'm quite a man.
If you work hard enough at something, it begins to make itself part of you, even though you do not really like it and know that part isn't real.
Even the soberest judged it requisite to sacrifice one part of their liberty to ensure the other, as a man, dangerously wounded in any of his limbs, readily parts with it to save the rest of his body.
These things...they are who you are. They brought you here. To this day. You didn't give me a chance to understand that ever the unattractive parts of you, the messy parts, were something I could accept.
Football allows the intellectual part of my brain to evolve, but it allows the emotional part to remain unchanged. It has a liberal cerebellum and a reactionary heart. And this is all I want from everything, all the time, always.
Bad movies and bad writing and easy cliches still manage to make us feel things toward each other. Part of me is disgusted by this. Part of me celebrates it.
You can never recover from losing a person you love, but you can find a way to let it be part of your life rather than letting it take over every part of you
When scholars study a thing, they strive To kill it first, if its alive; Then they have the parts and they’ve lost the whole For the link that’s missing was the living soul.
Actually, it was only part of myself I wanted to kill: the part that wanted to kill herself, that dragged me into the suicide debate and made every window, kitchen implement, and subway station a rehearsal for tragedy.
We each owe a death, there are no exceptions, I know that, but sometimes, oh God, the Green Mile is so long.
It was like adults had their own little world that we weren't allowed to be a part of, and it didn't make sense because we were part of the world, too.
RUMOUR: "Upon my tongues continual slanders ride, The which in every language I pronounce, Stuffing the ears of men with false reports.
The commonwealth is sick of their own choice; Their over-greedy love has surfeited. An habitation giddy and unsure Hath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.
I could never accept life as it was, I could never gobble down all its poisons bu there were parts, tenuous magic parts open for the asking.
