I am sure everyone here has noticed a city where they felt at home, or a city that had “bad vibes. ”
Bullies are just frightened people.
It's tremendously hard work. Yes, I love arranging the words and having them fall on the ear the right way and you know you're not quite there and you're redoing it and redoing it and there's a wonderful thrill to it. But it is hard.
I suspect the most we can hope for, and it's no small hope, is that we never give up, that we never stop giving ourselves permission to try to love and receive love.
You couldn't make yourself stop feeling a certain way, no matter what the other person did. You had to just wait. Eventually the feeling went away because others came along. Or sometimes it didn't go away but got squeezed into something tiny, and hung like a piece of tinsel in the back of your mind.
The facts didn't matter. Their stories mattered, and each of their stories belonged to each of them alone.
I would also hope that readers receive a larger understanding, or a different understanding, of what it means to be human, than they might have had before. We suffer from being quick to judge, quick to make excuses for ourselves and others, and I would like the reader to feel that we are all, more or less, in a similar state as we love and disappoint one another, and that we try, most of us, as best we can, and that to fail and succeed is what we do.
When one sings, one does not speak about the problems of the every day. One speaks about the things which inspire us, which helped us.
I know 100 percent what it's like to have people tell you that you can't hold an office because of your color, and to have people vote based on that belief.
fire is beautiful and we know that if we get too close it will kill us but what does that matter it is better to be happy for a moment and be burned up with beauty than to live a long time and be bored all the while
The web of domination has become the web of Reason itself, and this society is fatally entangled in it.