I sometimes think we expect too much of Christmas Day. We try to crowd into it the long arrears of kindliness and humanity of the whole year. As for me, I like to take my Christmas a little at a time, all through the year. And thus I drift along into...
The more I consider it, the more the U.S. Constitution becomes one of the most "God-awful" works ever created by man. Please explain "more perfect" alongside the constitutional make-up of everything left in its wake. What about the story of a girl in...
Not all who demand your attention desire your happiness, many merely seeking a conveyance to their own. It is entirely easy when wrapped up with the petty to miss what is possible and what rows your ship to worthwhile dreams. But when two or more fal...
The great cognitive shift is an expansion of consciousness from the perspectival form contained in the lives of particular creatures to an objective, world-encompassing form that exists both individually and intersubjectively. It was originally a bio...
What's madness but nobility of soul At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire! I know the purity of pure despair, My shadow pinned against a sweating wall, That place among the rocks--is it a cave, Or winding path? The edge is what I have........ ...
There isn’t a good side and a bad side of you or of anybody, so there’s no need to be at war with yourself or anyone or anything at all. All we are is a bunch of dozy people in the process of waking up. All we really need to do is try gently to b...
Nobody wakes up when they want to. Nobody did all of their reading (except maybe the crazy people who win the prizes...). We have these impossibly high standards and we'll probably never live up to our perfect fantasies of our future selves. But I fe...
Looking back few friends had we but I've got him and he's got me. And when the golden minute comes when we no longer wake to smell the river where the wild swans sailed the orchard where the blossoms fell, we'll smile a little thinkin' of that. Me in...
I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, know...
Sometimes it's your fragrance that comes to me, out of the blue, on a crowded road in a Sunday afternoon. But more often, it's memories of us that cross my mind almost every lone evening. All I want is to lessen the pain I feel every night. But every...
It was only a smile, nothing more. It didn't make everything all right. It didn't make ANYTHING all right. Only a smile. A tiny thing. A leaf in the woods, shaking in the wake of a startled bird's flight. But I'll take it. With open arms. Because whe...
It feels great to be living a life where I don't have to compare my life with other people's lives. I wake up every morning feeling grateful for all my blessings. Being in a good health, being able to eat three meals a day and having a place to sleep...
It's like I am inside this ethereal sphere wherein exists no logic, no reasoning, no typicality, no explanations, no realism, no comparisons, nothing ordinary, and no normalcy. And then if you are to understand me, you have to step into my realm and ...
I get no sense from his note at all,” said Will, bounding to his feet, “except that he can quote Tennyson’s lesser poetry. Sophie, how quickly can you have Tessa ready?” “Half an hour,” said Sophie, not looking up from the dress. “Meet ...
I have thought the difference might be that my Mary knows she will live forever, that she will step from the living into another life as easily as she slips from sleep to wakefulness. She knows this with her whole body, so completely that she does no...
[in 1921] Virginia Woolf: [writing in her book] Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself. [in 1951] Laura Brown: [reading in bed] Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself. [in 2001] Clarissa Vaughan: Sally, I think I'll buy th...
[Tom is awakened in the middle of the night by his phone ringing] Tom Stall: [sleepily] Hello? Richie Cusack: Hey, Bro-him. You're still pretty good with the killing. That's exciting. Tom Stall: [quickly waking up] Richie? Richie Cusack: [chuckles] Y...
Peter Warne: Just keep your eye on that thumb. [sticks out his thumb to hitch a ride, the car wizzes past] Ellie Andrews: Still got my eye on the thumb. Peter Warne: Something must have happened. I'll try number 2. Ellie Andrews: Well, wake me up whe...
Guido: [carrying his son through the camp] You are such a good boy. You sleep now. Dream sweet dreams. Maybe we are both dreaming. Maybe this is all a dream, and in the morning, Mommy will wake us up with milk and cookies. Then, after we eat, I will ...
[sounds of trees 'speaking' is heard] Aragorn: Gimli, lower your axe. Legolas: They have feelings, my friend. The elves began it, waking up the trees, teaching them to speak. Gimli: Talking trees. What do trees have to talk about, hmm... except the c...
Nancy: I grab the guy in my dream. You see me struggling so you wake me up. We both come out, you whack the fucker and we got him. Glen Lantz: Are you crazy, hit him with what? Nancy: You're the jock. You have a baseball bat or something.
