Ah, she said, that’s ever so much better, and took both boots and shook them out over the sink. My stomach is full and I’m warm inside and out and it’s time I went home.
Ach,' she heard someone saying, 'I left mein ceinture dans le shower ce morgen. Quelle dope ich bin!
A self is not something static, tied up in a pretty parcel and handed to the child, finished and complete. A self is always becoming.
And you, behind the footlight's lure,Kissing an actress on the stage,Will leave her presence there, I'm sure,As I my people on the page.And yet - I love you, darling, yetI sat with someone at a tableA...
In reading we must become creators.
— Я управляю гипнотической машиной номер один для второго класса общеобразовательного процесса. — Но тогда что вы делаете здесь сейчас? — спросил Чарльз. — Я здесь с докладом о том, что одна из букв н...
— У нас никому не позволено страдать. Добрее меры не придумаешь: просто исключить из общества всех больных! Никто не имеет никаких слабостей и таких отклонений, как сопливые носы. Вместо того, чтобы п...
When I’m mad I don’t have room to be scared.
And it's a planet, dears, out on the edge of a little galaxy. You can be proud that it's done so well.
You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.
You see, though we travel together, we travel alone.
You human beings tend to want good things to last forever. They don’t. Not while we’re in time.
You don't know how lucky you are to be loved.Meg said in a startled way, I guess I never thought of that. I guess I just took it for granted.
When we choose a generality, an idea, a cause, instead of a person, when this becomes the accepted, the required thing to do, then it doesn’t matter if villages are destroyed by bombs; traffic deaths...
What you think is not the point. What you do is what’s going to count.
What a child doesn’t realize until he is grown is that in responding to fantasy, fairy tale, and myth he is responding to what Erich Fromm calls the one universal language, the one and only language i...
Well, the fifth dimension’s a tesseract.
We turn to stories and pictures and music because they show us who and what and why we are, and what our relationship is to life and death, what is essential, and what, despite the arbitrariness of fa...
The world has been abnormal for so long that we've forgotten what it's like to live in a peaceful and reasonable climate. If there is to be any peace or reason, we have to create it in our own hearts...
The winter is cold, is cold.All's spent in keeping warm.Has joy been frozen, too?I blow upon my handsStiff from the biting wind.My heart beats slow, beats slow.What has become of joy?If joy's gone fro...