The good that may come out of the loss does not erase its badness or excuse the wrong done. Nothing can do that.
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They believed that if a mouse found your hair clippings and built a nest with them you got a headache. If the nest was big enough, you might go mad.
Because the human experience involves loss, we need to feel it, express it, and then release it. Only then do we achieve healing.
With a touch of sarcasm. Glass is an amazing material. Versatile.
Friends we shall never be, you know that yourself. Whether we shall be the happiest or the wretchedest of people--that's in your hands.
It is a curious fact, but nobody ever is sea-sick - on land. At sea, you come across plenty of people very bad indeed, whole boat-loads of them; but I never met a man yet, on land, who had ever known at all what it was to be sea-sick. Where the thousands upon thousands of bad sailors that swarm in every ship hide themselves when they are on land is a mystery.
I review my three boyfriends, the three men I slept with in my twenties, searching for a common thread. Nothing. No consistent features, coloring, stature, personality. But one theme does emerge: they all picked me. And then dumped me. I played the passive role. Waiting for Hunter and then settling for Joey. Waiting to feel more for Nate. Then waiting to feel less. Waiting for Alec to go away and leave me in peace. And now Dex. My number four. And I am still waiting. For all of this to blow over. For his September wedding. For someone who gives me that tingly feeling as I watch him sleeping in..
I refer of course to the soaring wonder of the age known as the Eiffel Tower. Never in history has a structure been more technologically advanced, materially obsolescent, and gloriously pointless all at the same time.
Talk of the abuses of slavery! Humbug! The thing itself is the essence of all abuse!
My Spanish is limited to burrito and taco.
Brick walls are there for a reason. They give us a chance to show how badly we want
Surely God loves to get out of church buildings and go visit people where they hunger for reality.
She was just having a good cry all to herself. The
All great programmers learn the same way. They poke the box. They code something and see what the computer does. They change it and see what the computer does. They repeat the process again and again until they figure out how the box works.
What are you not doing today that you were doing when I first met you?
Has a sense of humor. (Preferably warped.) We know who we are
Followed a step behind. My thoughts churned as my emotions seesawed
I fell, as they say. Into love. I practiced saying it, first to myself, in my head. I believed in it. I did. I thought love and I bought it completely. I was excited by my belief but was careful not to let this excitement influence or manipulate the belief in any way. The belief had to be pure. So I said it to her, I love you, and she said it back. And this was our contract. We treated the words seriously and respected that they came with implications.
Like people would ever want to read books on an electronic screen.
I had walked into that reading-room a happy, healthy man. I crawled out a decrepit wreck.
Reject the tyranny of picked. Pick yourself.
My dad is shagging your aunt, probably right now. That makes us almost family.
Taren Ferry folk had a reputation for slyness and trickery. If you shook hands with a Taren Ferry man, people said, you counted your fingers afterwards.
You going to be a scientist when you grow up? That sort of question deserved a blank stare, which it got.
At their best, religious and spiritual communities help us discover this pure and naked spiritual encounter. At their worst, they simply make us more ashamed, pressuring us to cover up more, pushing us to further enhance our image with the best designer labels and latest spiritual fads, weighing us down with layer upon layer of heavy, uncomfortable, pretentious, well-starched religiosity.
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