Reading always calmed me down: filling my head with other - made up - people's problems and conflicts made my own seem less terrible, less real.
...you want things to remain the same, which they never can, and so you’re wounded by your own feelings & resentful others don’t seem to care...
Against delay. Against the way that seems easier. Against refusal of the burden that is laid on me. Against - well, if it must be said, against trust in the strength and truth of Men.
...I see more pathology in others than I did ten years ago - the older I get, the more insane people seem...
Peter Van Houten was the only person I’d ever come across who seemed to (a) understand what it’s like to be dying, and (b) not have died.
What is evil?" asked the younger man. The round web, with its black center, seemed to watch them both. "A web we men weave." Ged answered.
Alas! It seems to me that when one is as good as this at dissecting children who are to born, one can’t stiffen up enough to create them.
It's funny, don't you think, how time seems to do a lot of things? It flies, it tells, and worst of all, it runs out.
Opening her mouth to take a bite seemed forward. Chewing? Obscene. Mutual mastication was out of the question.
I looked at sky this morning and realized summer is almost gone which really made me sad because it doesn't seem as though its been here at all.
She silently thanked God for creating such a beautiful universe where anything was possible even when it seemed impossible.
TP53 seems to encode the greater good, like a suicide pill in the mouth of a soldier that dissolves only when it detects evidence that he is about to mutiny.
In the distance, mongrel dogs were howling out the coyote portion of their ancestry. All the sounds of the night seemed to pass through a hollow tunnel of indefinite length.
The night was as dark by this time as it would be until morning; and what light we had, seemed to come from the river than the sky, as the oars in their dipping struck at a few reflected stars.
Women often seemed to leave things unsaid, and in his limited experience it was what they did not say that proved the most trouble.
She comforted him in his darkness and gave him hope. She seemed to cherish a sincere affection for him, despite his failings. 'She saved me'.
It seems to me some people just go around lookin' to get their faith unsettled. That has been the fashion for the last hundred years or so.
Mom could make small things seem miraculous. That was her talent.
[...] the first lesson about the nature of memory: what you wish to forget, you may not be able to. What seems to have died, perhaps is just asleep.
A craven can be as brave as any man, when there is nothing to fear. And we all do our duty, when there is no cost to it. How easy it seems then, to walk the path of honor.
Everything seems to work with a recurring rhythm except life. There is only one birth and only one death. Nothing else is like that.
