The world breaks everyone, and afterward, many are strong at the broken places.
The future, good or ill, was not forgotten, but ceased to have any power over the present. Health and hope grew strong in them, and they were content with each good day as it came, taking pleasure in every meal, and in every word and song.
We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here. We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred?
You cannot swim for new horizons until you have courage to lose sight of the shore.
If you dont respect me what must you think of yourself?
Very little is needed to make a happy life; it is all within yourself in your way of thinking.
Power and responsibility are commensurate. They must be in dead equal balance, because things get ugly when that particular scale tips in either direction. Power without responsibility tends to become tyranny. But responsibility, without the power to fulfill it, is the very definition of futility.
Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.
It is difficult to find happiness within oneself, but it is impossible to find it anywhere else.
I had no say in the matter. Every moment in your life is a turning and every one a choosing. Somewhere you made a choice. All followed to this. The accounting is scrupulous. The shape is drawn. No line can be erased. I had no belief in your ability to move a coin to your bidding. How could you? A person's path through the world seldom changes and even more seldom will it change abruptly. And the shape of your path was visible from the beginning.
Malice in Hubbaland™️
Rain may fall, and wind may blow, but there’ll still be many miles to go….
Mostly it is loss which teaches us about the worth of things.
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.
He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands...
I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging…
Some who have read the book, or at any rate have reviewed it, have found it boring, absurd, or contemptible, and I have no cause to complain, since I have similar opinions of their works, or of the kinds of writing that they evidently prefer.