And mistakes we have to correct. I'm a complete romantic - it's why I always get married. Someone should really stop me. I was here, pet. I was always here. Even if you told me you needed me just for an hour, for this, I would have been there. All I could focus on was that one word: Why was there always a but? My parents swore up and down that they would love me no matter what, and yet the but sent me sliding down a rabbit hole, appearing in my mind like miles of quicksand before I could get to the love they were promising.
Yet there was always in me, even when I was very small, the sense that I ought to be somewhere else. And wander I did, although, in my everyday life, I had nowhere to go and no imaginable reason on earth why I should want to leave. The buses took to the interstate without me, the trains sped by.
So I wandered the world through books. No, I only mean what I have read about. It always puts me in mind of the country that Emily and her father travelled through, in The Mysteries of Udolpho. But you never read novels, I dare say? I always felt I was a nobody, and the only way for me to be somebody was to be - well, somebody else.
Which is probably why I wanted to act. I've been fortunate to come on places where the question isn't why did I do it? The question to me is always, why didn't anybody else do it before me? Those are the ones that I scratch my head about. People always say to me "What do you think you'd like to be When you grow up?
Or maybe I will stay a child. My voice has always been kind of distinct - even when I was four years old, my mom told me that people would be like, 'Why does your daughter always sound like a chain smoker? The word was carried away on the wind, but he heard. I let go. It wasn't as precise a blow as I would have liked, not with the skilled way he was dodging. I struggled to get the stake in deep enough to his heart, unsure if I could do it from this angle. Then, his struggles stopped.
His eyes stared at me, stunned, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, albeit a grisly and pained one. And of course, your dad was always talking about you, so between him and Jenna, I feel like I already know you.
Did Dad have a blog about me or something? Dalek Sec: The Doctor will open the Ark! The Doctor: Ha ha, the Doctor will not.
Dalek Sec: You have no way of resisting! The Doctor: Mm, you got me there. Dalek Sec: A sonic probe? The Doctor: [with jocular bravado] That's screwdriver. Dalek Sec: It is harmless. The Doctor: Ohh, yes. Harmless is just the word: that's why I like it! Doesn't kill, doesn't wound, doesn't maim. But I'll tell you what it does do: It is very good at opening doors. Yeah, I cut class Cause History meant nothing to me Except a definite nap. That's why I always sat in the back.
For the longest time after that, neither of us said anything. I was unaccustomed to his silence, but I didn't mind it. I knew near everything about him, and he knew near everything about me, and all that made our quiet a kind of song. The kind you hum without even knowing what it is or why you're humming it. The kind that you've always known. Do you like that? I have learned to say nothing when shopping because no matter what you say Read more - "I'm hungry", "I'm bored", "My feet are tired", "Yes, that one looks nice on you too", "Well, have both of them", "Oh, for fuck sake", "Can't we just go home", "Monsoon?
Oh for fuck sake", "then why on earth did you walk all the way over there to touch it? Something else that puzzles me about other people is that a lot of them don't know their purpose in life. This usually does bother them - more than not being able to remember being born, anyway - but I can't even imagine it.
Part of knowing who I am is knowing why I am, and I've always known who I am, from the first moment.
If you can't make a girl come why even bother? That always seemed to me to be like writing questions in a letter. The Shrink always warned me that carriers stay wracked with lifelong guilt. It's not an uplifting thing having turned lovers into monsters. We feel bad that we haven't turned into monsters ourselves survivor's guilt, that's called. And we feel a bit stupid that we didn't notice our own symptoms earlier.
I mean, I'd been sort of wondering why the Atkins diet was giving me night vision. But that hadn't seemed like something to worry about He taunted me, "Pony boy, pony boy," because I liked ponies. Pony boy. He always came to vent his anger of dragons on me. They must really like us. They hide behind their Wasp Queen and pretend to hate us dragons, but in truth they love us. Why else would they bother with fucking us? That sentence probably turned you off.
Thing is, I'm a very vulgar boy. The dueling maturity levels in high school is such a source of comedy to me. I was always such a late developer.
I was last to walk. I was last to ride a bike. I was last to have sex. That's why it's fun to portray one side of your childhood onscreen. The street signs", she replied simply. I simply felt stupid. That leaf is green, it means Go. The yellow like the bus means careful. The red is Stop. Oh and there's crossing guards. And if you fall anyway you don't have to worry.
Why not? And see? And you put your hand in my hand and you said, You aren't very old, as if that settled it. I told you you might have a very different life from the life you've had with me, and that would be a wonderful thing, there are many ways to live a good life.
And you said, Mama already told me that. And then you said, Don't laugh! You reached up and put your fingers on my lips and gave me that look that I never in my life saw on any other face besides your mother's. It's a kind of furious pride, very passionate and stern. I'm always a little surprised to find my eyebrows unsinged after I've suffered one of those looks. I will miss them.
Are you ever going to forgive me? Why does it always have to be a fight, Mel? He understands why people hold hands: he'd always thought it was about possessiveness, saying This is mine.
But it's about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don't go. All right," I said, waving the cup away and dabbing moisture very carefully from my lips.
At least now I know why you've been coming back from the Cherokee villages in such a state of-- off--" I felt an unhinged giggle rising, and bent over, moaning as I stifled it. Roosevelt Christ. And here I thought it was thoughts of me, driving you mad with lust. He put down the cup, rose, and turned back the coverlet. Then he looked at me, and his eyes were clear, unguarded. It's always been you, and it always will be. Get into bed, and put the candle out.
As soon as I've fastened the shutters, smoored the hearth, and barred the door, I'll come and keep ye warm. Why publish what is worthless? Perhaps the worthy is also worthless. Besides, what is obviously worthless has always fascinated me. I have a real affection for things which are incomplete or badly finished, for things awkwardly try to take flight only to fall clumsily to the ground.
Your face is true and your hair is perfect and I love you. You make boats in my dreams and you speak without words and I love you. Your fears unnerve me and your questions amuse me and I love you.
I love you not only for who you are, but for the interesting person I become when I'm with you. I say I love you and love you and love you until the words become the constant song of your voice in my head and the original ache of memory in my soul.
I love you more than life and death, more than everything that's in between the light and the dark. Do you believe me? Try harder. Do you believe me now? I'm always with you, which is why I know you will never abandon yourself. Have you ever seen bugs trapped in amber? Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why. I think that indicates why men tend to invest more wealth.
If he loses some, there's more coming in. Whereas for women, it's like "Ugh, I gotta keep this. It's kind of funny. When I got my diagnosis - cancer - I said to myself, 'Why me? He stepped forward, took a deep breath, and doubled over in a sneezing fit. My werewolf was allergic to tortoises.
And at the time, it is funny how you can look at something and say, for example with my shoulder injury, when it first happened I said this is the worst thing that could happen to me. Why me, why now? Now I look back and say it was probably the best thing that happened to me. The nature of the mind is to jump all over the place, and it does, that's why meditation is so important. Every day we present the best quotes! Improve yourself, find your inspiration, share with friends.
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Christopher Moore Arthur Ashe. Life , Sports , Failure. Personality , Victory , Disaster. Tony Robbins. Motivational , Use , World. Tony Robbins Charles M. Witty , Funny Life , Lying. I couldn't understand why there was evil in the world. I knew I was very ignorant; I didn't know anyone I could turn to and I wanted to learn, so I began to read at haphazard. Somerset Maugham. God asked me to share a secret That he loves us and will always bless us Because he loves those who are in love When I asked him why it is so He said, 'Love is God, and God is Love' And in cosmic union we are God.
It always pisses me off when I'm calling in to some Morning Zoo radio show to promote God-only-knows what - probably this book, so get ready, I'm comin' - when the DJ actually tries to convince me that there are as many female comics as male ones.
Why don't you call your local comedy club and ask for the Saturday night lineup? I guarantee you the male to female ratio is going to be about nine to one.
You dick-wad. You ain't old yet but when you get old, all the women in the village start to look down on you when they find out you want to do something other than sweep the kitchen or cut up vegetables. Had this big starch mango tree when I was small. Anytime I set myself to climb it, there was always a woman passing by to yell at me and tell me to get down. Asked me why I leaving my poor mother to do all the housework. I never got to the top. It was like God was always watching, ready to send another hag to tell me down.
Then, one day, they cut down the tree. Her name was Susan. She was blond, very pretty, a stockbroker. Her mother was dying of cancer. All my life, my father. I worshipped him. I couldn't understand why he ever married my mother. He was so special and she's just. I always thought she was just this ordinary, everyday.
I had no sense of her dignity, her nobility, really. She raised five kids and kept a house and gave him the support he needed and totally subjugated herself to him, to all of us, really, to our needs, and now when I think.
She's even — Judith Rossner. My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you. I know that You love them unconditionally, no matter how they act or what they have done. I find it hard to always do that. You have commanded us to love You and love others, but I find it far easier to love You than I do to love them. Other people fail me and You never do.
Other people can be unloving and You never are. That's why I need Your love to fill my heart every day. I pray that Your Spirit of love in me will flow out of me to others like a river. Enable me to show love even to those who are hard to love. Teach me how to be loving to others in a consistent and unfailing way.
Enable me to be the kind of person people are attracted to because of Your love in me. In Jesus' name — Stormie O'martian. Christians often ask why God does not speak to them, as he is believed to have done in former days.
When I hear such questions, it always makes me think of the rabbi who asked how it could be that God often showed himself to people in the olden days whereas nowadays nobody ever sees him.
The rabbi replied: "Nowadays there is no longer anybody who can bow low enough. We are so captivated by and entangled in our subjective consciousness that we have forgotten the age-old fact that God speaks chiefly through dreams and visions. The Buddhist discards the world of unconscious fantasies as useless illusions; the Christian puts his Church and his Bible between himself and his unconscious; and the rational intellectual does not yet know that his consciousness is not his total psyche.
I keep thinking it's going to come back when I least expect it. When I'm at my happiest. So I'm always afraid to be happy. Then, you're like, 'God, why wasn't I thankful for what I had when I had it? He squeezes my hand. Just live in the moment. Transcendence is the business of poets.
That's what they're for. They're not like you and me. They have that extra bit that's always ready for take-off. Poets understand why God didn't give us wings: he wanted entertainment. He wanted us to aspire, to ascend. He wanted poetry. My — Niall Williams. When she smoothed my shirt and stepped back, I said, 'Mama, why do you always look at me like I'm dressed in a fancy suit? Your soul is as a spick- and- span and sharp as a man in his church suit.
That's what's important in life. Make sure your soul is dressed right, always in its church clothes. That's the only thing that matters to God' Isn't God the one who urges us to "Make a joyful noise unto the Lord"? Why do we always think that means singing? Seems to me the most obvious joyful sound on earth is laughter I've seen folks quote verses like "Rejoice in the Lord always" while their faces look like they just buried a rich uncle who willed everything to his pregnant guinea pig.
Something is missing. Why do I keep losing, Harvey? Don't tell me God's trying to make me a better person. Don't tell me all of this is so I can be stronger. Because I'm not stronger, Harv. I'm weak. I keep getting weaker and weaker, and I keep praying and praying Finally, he said quietly, 'God has answered you, Brock.
Every time. It's not always how we want, but He always hears us and He always cares. I used to think that my career was to be a police officer, and that is what I was put here to do. But I always kept the faith and always worked hard on my goals and I finally found out on Sept. Oh, my god, he thought, realizing why he had always felt negatively towards Eden. She reminds me of my mother. The thought made his throat close up tight.
He mused about the day's events. What a ride. Edward had surprised him. The man had courage, committing to love. What had he said to that starlet, none of it meant anything? Raven Rose. God's purpose for my life resided not so much in what I did as in how I did it.
It didn't matter whether God gave me a large role or a tiny one; I could still have impact if I could learn to do one thing - to love people in whatever circumstance I found myself. Because love lasts. Because love never fails. Because love does not envy, and it never boasts. It is neither proud nor rude. Love is not easily angered, and it keeps no record of wrongs. Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes. Love never gives up. God is love. Love, in fact, is the hardest, most powerful thing in the world.
Whether driving a child to school, leading a church, cleaning a bathroom, heading up a multinational corporation, or washing feet, love is the secret to making a lasting impact. To take some examples: why should "literature" still designate that which already breaks away from literature—away from what has always been conceived and signified under that name—or that which, not merely escaping literature, implacably destroys it?
Posed in these terms, the question would already be caught in the assurance of a certain fore-knowledge: can "what has always been conceived and signified under that name" be considered fundamentally homogeneous, univocal, or nonconflictual?
To take other examples: what historical and strategic function should henceforth be assigned to the quotation marks, whether visible or invisible, which transform this into a "book," or which still make the deconstruction of philosophy into a "philosophical discourse"?
I'm relieved to have discovered my identity after being so confused about it for so many years. Why should people be afraid if I confide in them? Yet people will always be afraid and jealous of those who finally establish their identity; it leads them to consider their own, to seclude it, cosset it, for fear it may be borrowed or interfered with, and when they are in the act of protecting it they suffer the shock of realising that their identity is nothing, it is something they dreamed and never knew; and then begins the painstaking search - what shall they choose - beast?
That's why she looks so much better than everyone now. But by the time I go to my ten-year reunion, I'll be way prettier than she is. To which I always reply with the same statement, "I don't want to be pretty in ten years.
I want to be pretty now. It's not like I can go to school every day with a big cardboard sign around my neck that says, "Trust me, in ten years, I'll look like this. EVerything else changes when you least expect it," she replies, bitter. In books, you always know what's coming next. There are no surprises.
And this is why love, as I understand it, is always specific. Trying to love all of humanity may be a worthy endeavor, but, in a funny way, it keeps the focus on the self, on the self's own moral or spiritual well-being. Whereas, to love a specific person, and to identify with his or her struggles and joys as if they were your own, you have to surrender some of your self. But I'm lucky to say that he's an even better friend to me than he's a mentor.
He's truly the real deal. I pondered that phrase, wondered why Barrons felt that way. He never said "our world. Merely because he'd been in it so long? Or had Barrons, like me, been beguiled by her tawdry grace, fallen for her charm and colorful dualities?
I looked around "my" bookstore. That was what I called it. Did we call the things of our heart our own, whether they were or not? It wasn't me. I was an animal. My cheeks burned. You never wanted it to end. That's what you call this? He forced a more detailed reminder on me. I swallowed.
Yes, I certainly remembered that. I remembered what he'd replied: that one day I would wonder if it was possible to hate him more. Those that save always have. If tomorrow you face a problem -you lose your job or your business, you know you can survive until the situation improves or you start another business, this time with firm foundations.
However those that do not save I'm manically depressed because the girl I've finally realized I've always been in love with, and who I was beginning to think just might love me back, turned around and got herself engaged to my best friend, who, frankly, doesn't deserve her.
Does that answer your question? But you don't have any of that. There's nothing between you and despair, and you don't seem a very desperate person.
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