How could I choose someone who would force me to give up my own small reach for meaning? I chose myself, and without consolation.
In my opinion, anyone who says they have no anxiety at all over experiencing their own physical death is not in touch with their humanity". ~R. Alan Woods [2012]
How now, my sweet creature of bombast! How long is't ago, Jack, since thou saw'st thien own knee?
Dill was off again. Beautiful things floated around in his dreamy head. He could read two books to my one, but he preferred the magic of his own inventions.
Perhaps when a man has special knowledge and special powers like my own, it rather encourages him to seek a complex explanation when a simpler one is at hand.
And at the start of every new day, I still believed I could choose my own beginning, one that was scrubbed clean of everything past
The song being great in its own wealth, why should it wait upon the words? Rather does it begin where mere words fail. Its power lies in the region of the inexpressible; it tells us what the words cannot.
I would warn any minority student today against the temptations of self-segregation: take support and comfort from your own group as you can, but don’t hide within it.
Sometimes I get so immersed in my own company, if I unexpectedly run into someone I know, it's a bit of a shock and takes me a while to adjust.
It was past dark when I reached the city and I’d mostly shoved my ghosts back into their graves. I let the gray mare pick her own pace and browse in the grain fields along the way.
I hold his name close as my own blood and I will never let it out. I only spoke it that once so he would know he was alive.
A steely look of anger flared in my mother’s eyes, and I thought, just maybe, I was leaving her in good hands after all. Her own.
The limited mind owned by human.. requires billions of brains of many generations, before capable enough to understand the truth, the kind of truth which will set us free.
Someone owns trillions and keeps simple. I would. Someone reads all minds and looks average. I would. Someone knows the future and doesn't tell. I would.
I don't believe there is a God", I said fiercely, "and if there is, He's not the merciful being He's always depicted, or He wouldn't be always torturing me for His own amusement.
If you would really study my pleasure, mother, you must consider your own comfort and convenience a little more than you do.
Never! while heaven spares my reason,’ replied I, snatching away the hand he had presumed to seize and press between his own.
They’d scared me and had me thinking about what it meant to be really strong, on my own terms—not just fit and brown from the sun, not just flexible and accommodating.
Everything I learned in school, mixed together with water and chicken broth, isn’t worth the soup served at a soup kitchen. I was a bring-my-own-spoon kind of student.
And maybe if I can find a way to stop being scared, I'll actually figure out how to make friends. To be strong. To stop wallowing in my own problems.
It's why I went into teaching in the first place. I like the sound of my own voice. Well that, and I am addicted to the smell of chalk and white-board markers.
