On him at the time of his majority, and was more than enough for his needs. He would live his own life, then, far from Melbourne and parents, carve his own kind of niche. But the imminence
It's tough to live with people stuck in the past, isn't it?
can change us, sometimes so profoundly that we are not the same afterwards, even unto our names.
anger is the emotion of a lesser person.
She felt that she was being measured and found wanting.
We do learn and develop when we are exposed to those who are greater than we are. Perhaps this is the chief way we mature.
When it comes to memories, the good and the bad never balance.
A very wise man once told me that you can't look back-you just have to put the past behind you, and find something better in your future.
Two people can be part of the same event, but one may choose to live it quite differently from the other. One may choose to trust that what happened, painful as it may be, holds a promise. The other...
Robinson's fierce quest for spiritual purity had been tempered by the realization that little was to be gained by arrogance and anger.
You've got to jump off cliffs - and build your wings on the way down. RAY BRADBURY
Take it where you can find it, in old photograph records, old motion pictures, and in old friends; look for it in nature and look for it in yourself.
There are times to let things happen, and times to make things happen. Now is that time. You will either make things happen, watch what happens, or wonder what happened.
If the comments are wrong, there is really nothing for you to be upset about. On the other hand, if the criticism is accurate, there is still no reason for you to feel overwhelmed. You're not expected...
When you're young - when I was young - you want your emotions to be like the ones you read about in books. You want them to overturn your life, create and define a new reality. Later, I think, you...
Be prepared to appreciate what you meet.
We faced it and did not resist. The storm passed through us and around us. It's gone, but we remain.
The plays he had liked were the one called Measure for Measure, and another one called Macbeth. They were easy to follow, and what happened in them was kind of like what happened in junior high...
I learned the tyranny of figures before I knew the value of a pound.
It's one thing to lie to ourselves. It's another thing to believe it.
Sometimes you don't need lightning to start a fire. Sometimes, it builds on its own.
Well, and you may have lived in the courts of the Old Lord, and you were accounted beautiful, but I have been a man's wife and I have borne him sons, and you are still a slave.
My debts were my enemies, but the men I owed were my friends because they trusted and believed in me.
From this experience, I understood the danger of focusing only on what isn't there. What if I came to the end of my life and realized that I'd spent every day watching for a man who would never come...
He wasn't going to send her to any hospital. He knew that now. At a hospital they'd just start shooting her full of drugs and tell her to adjust. What they wouldn't see is that she is adjusting....
The real cycle you're working on is a cycle called yourself.
It's the sides of the mountain which sustain life, not the top.
I don't want to be defined by this.
Yes, we are totally exposed when we are vulnerable. Yes, we are in the torture chamber that we call uncertainty. And, yes, we're taking a huge emotional risk when we allow ourselves to be vulnerable....
I assumed that people weren't doing their best so I judged them and constantly fought being disappointed, which was easier than setting boundaries. Boundaries are hard when you want to be liked and...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
if you don't understand something, you can't approximate it. You're really just guessing.
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...