And now here was Arabella, making him feel worse. Maybe that was what she always did; maybe she always made him feel worse, and he'd never really noticed before. Maybe what seemed like the ordinary rough-and-tumble of marriage, combined with hard wor...
As for methods I have sought to give them all the rigour that one requires in geometry, so as never to have recourse to the reasons drawn from the generality of algebra.
Maturity A stationary sense . . . as, I suppose, I shall have, till my single body grows Inaccurate, tired; Then I shall start to feel the backward pull Take over, sickening and masterful — Some say, desired. And this must b...
It didn't take long to realize I didn't hardly know nothing. And that if you ast yourself why you black or a man or a woman or a bush it don't mean nothing if you don't ast why you here, period
...The editors of (i)Life(i) rejected Kerész'a photographs when he arrived in the United States in 1937 because, they said, his images 'spoke too much'; they made us reflect, suggested a meaning — a different meaning from the literal one. Ultimate...
Yet, the main issue is not the shaping of the minds by explicit messages in the media, but the absence of a given content in the media.
The apothecary’s name was Owlglass. He hummed to himself as he worked in his back room. He’d found a new type of blue fluff, which he was grinding down. It was probably good for curing something. He’d have to try it out on people until he found...
Spirituality is a way of life. it is not just doing meditation.
The only trouble is that in the spiritual life there are no tricks and no shortcuts. Those who imagine that they can discover spiritual gimmicks and put them to work for themselves usually ignore God's will and his grace.
There were signs everywhere but none that I could read or even hope to decipher. These multi-lined symbols unhinged my familiar world.
I looked out again at the rising moon and I let the weight of my day, my week, lift away with the rushing wind as I was blown into the depths of myself.
Everybody slips up becaues we're not perfect; that's what mercy is for.
Only with a leaf can I talk of the forest,
I felt a Cleaving in my Mind— As if my Brain had split— I tried to match it—Seam by Seam— But could not make it fit.
But all these were things he could not want, because they were things he could not have, and wanting what you could not have led to misery and madness.
You'll never avoid every mistake. All you can do is try to do your best and live with the consequences.
I guess we're all composed of a lot of mistakes; we just have to figure out how to take our mistakes and make something good out of them.
I looked up from my writing, And gave a start to see, As if rapt in my inditing, The moon's full gaze on me.
There is something miraculous in the way the years wash away your evidence, first you, then your friends and family, then the descendants who remember your face, until you aren’t even a memory, you’re only carbon, no greater than your atoms, and ...
We all live with our losses. We don't want to, but we can
In the world of Big Macks Starbucks coffee and oversized SUVS it was business as usual snort and go
