Conquerors, visionaries, artists, poets, and resolute men of all sorts throughout time have been driven to extraordinary acts by their commitment to triumphs that most of us admire - but would prefer to leave to someone else
Conquerors, visionaries, artists, poets, and resolute men of all sorts throughout time have been driven to extraordinary acts by their commitment to triumphs that most of us admire - but would prefer to leave to someone else
Seconds before the attack, Joyce had been quietly peddling along the bike path in the parkway, enjoying her day off. She didn't even notice the goose-nest by the edge of the stream.
Anything a Jew sets out to do will be given very earnest attention. Jews have heard about goofing-off, they just can't get the hang of it.
It wasn't so much that every day was a party, as it was that every day seemed like a party.
Black Dog delights in crunch of bone and spurting blood. Fiends from hell relish the same. Except it's not the same. Fiends from hell relish pain and violence; their pleasure is destruction. Black Dog thrills only to the throbbing fulfillment of primordial impulse:
Now what? Should I try to nurse her back to health? How would I do that? Maybe if I let her just rest she'd recover on her own. I left her, and walked back inside.
It’s 's remarkable how reliably our standing-in-life improves upon being buried. Scoundrels become saints. Misers become prudent. Nasty characters of all sorts become decent souls who have been sadly misunderstood
Follow the sage advice of B. Bunny - "Unlax, Doc". If you find it hard to re-lax, perhaps you should instead, un-lax. Anxiety is self-imposed. It can only be perpetuated by your own insistence.
Words can be misunderstood. Primal yowling, whether in approval or protest, is unmistakable.
A research team from the Geospace Lab at York came-up with a simple easily managed plan: mark progression sites with registration marks that will only last a few days.
Many bales of hay fell to the lethal cast of my spear. I carried it everywhere. One day, when I was distracted by something or other, I leaned the spear against a shed. When I reached back to get it, the spear was gone. Then I heard a bang, followed by a scream.
My goal is to write well and truly; by which I mean to write proper English sentences that say clearly what I mean to say. That's goal enough for me.
How is it bad to try too hard when you’re fighting hard to get what you want, and when what you’re fighting for is hard to get? It seems to run against common sense.
I think everyone has had a feeling or impulse that didn’t seem to come entirely from themselves. "Isn't that just what Uncle-so-and-so would say"? Maybe it was something Grandpa, would do . . . or dad . . . or Mom.
Art, literature, philosophy, politics, and anything else worth thinking about, or looking at, depend upon frames-of-reference that say, "look at this".
Frames direct attention; it's their only real job.
The literal meaning of thoughtless is: without thought. Having no thought for others is certainly bad. Being thoughtless about certain other things isn't so bad. You might be thoughtless about getting praise You might be thoughtless about getting credit for what you do. You might be thoughtless about a lot of things that are usually called virtuous.
I'm inclined to think of Physical Therapy as a process of medical healing. I'm inclined to think of Psychological Therapy as a form of bunkum - a sham promise of healing that might be more accurately called, Therapeutic Shamanism.
The lunatic dance of the world isn't tied to any particular place or time. "Come out from among them" isn't about any particular place or time. It's about stepping outside the dance of the bacchanal altogether.
Gonna to take a little nap now. The mashed mangos can wait. Gonna let my dreams take me back to the green jungle home I never knew.