solitude, like a love one, deepens with time, &
I am living under a powerful spell, the spell of the sea. thirst for God became an aguish
I knew she needed more love than I could give. can't explain it, nor do I want to.
in the artist, the child is alive. his need to hibernate.
I see it in myself, is the danger of withdrawal into private worlds.
many of us are literally weighed down. who can imagine hunger, even for one day ? #fast
the slow taming of this wild creature has been fascinating.
a civilized society is one which sees evil in itself &provides means to eliminate it, where voice of conscience is active.. r we in the west on way out partly bc we have provided our people w almost everything except an ideal ?
detachment which springs from inability 2love is another thing; it stays close 2cynicism.
a pink poinsettia is one of the rewards of getting up. <3. the blessing of the sun.
he gives away at the shallow level of social intercourse, loses will to attempt deeper ..
the saint must not know he is a saint.. he is far too busy thinking about other people.
problem women have, even now, is that they have to be both Martha &Mary most of time
brave people have to be every day, to maintain themselves, against all that is asked.
married, because they have the guts to fight, painful as it was.
a woman who has no children is always a little on the defensive.
made me terribly sad not to be able to communicate.
what delights the reader in a journal is often minute particulars.
he would have unraveled the figure in the tapestry w absorbed interest. #childlike
had imagined all sorts of horrors, of course.
realized how starved I am for this kind of convo, rich in knowledge &wisdom, &reflection.
a mother's love for her kids, even her inability to let them be, is bc she is under painful law
a friend, who stays near by, but not here, is a good friend indeed !
how those who cheat, robbed of dignity. about the death of the spirit in our inner cities.
he was teased for bringing books to the pool. (&?)
have I ever in fact, been part of society ? rly it is thrilling to be so isolated in fierce world.
a college is a closed world, a breeding ground for prima donnas
there is no growth without pain. (fight against comfort, free spirit !)
what makes academic world so stultifying is not the teaching, but all committee to work, the politics, &playing for position. "organization man" =deadly. #manage #gov < #PPL
just another sign of how bureaucracy works to devour lives &substance (!!!!!!!!!!)
shared such prefect communion. heaviness of morality upon me.
I enjoy life but without great enthusiasm. (is it better 2b dispassionate , or passionate ?)
I do feel I am hovering around something that is about to reveal itself . revelation
what makes the spinster is fear of life. .. life too full to record lately. <333
"in order2be able2think you have2risk being offensive."JBP
i am no bird; &no net ensnares me. -charlotte bronte
"never give in, never give in, never, never, never, never -in nothing, great or small, large or petty -never give in except to convictions of honor &good sense." -w. churchill. 10/28/41
the man who does not read has no advantage over the man who cannot read. m.t
i am not afraid of storms, for i am learning how to sail my ship. -louisa may alcott
nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. talent will not: nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. education will not: the world is full of educated derelicts. persistence &determination alone are omnipotent.
i am not an extraordinary man, &i am quite ordinary. but God chose me for something quite extraordinary. -a. valladares receives '16 canterbury medal.
not failure, but low aim, is crime -james russell lowell
a genuine leader is not a searcher for consensus but a molder of consensus -mlk jr.
i don't lose any sleep at night over the potential for failure. i cannot even spell the word. -"mad dog mattis"
soft minded men always fear change -mlk jr.
it is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. the credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust &sweat &blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again &again because there is no effort without error &shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worth cause; who at the best knows in the end the trump of high achievement, &who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold &timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat. -theodore roosevelt
we are what we repeatedly do. excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit. -aristotle
no one can make you feel inferior without your consent. -eleanor roosevelt
i have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears &sweat. -winston churchill, 1940
i keep my ideals, because in spite of everything i still believe that people are really good at heart. -anne frank
the most courageous act is still to think for yourself. aloud. -coco chanel
art is the signature of man.
a dead thing can go with the stream, but only a living thing can go against it.-gk c.