Welcome to the Salvation Army. I've never been associated with an offense so nice about giving the ball away.
The dust of exploded beliefs may make a fine sunset.
Never assume that habitual silence means ability in reserve.
To change an opinion without a mental process is the mark of the uneducated.
Attractive Etonians who go straight onto the Stock Exchange missing University on their fathers advice: the raw material of the great bores.
The cat which isn't let out of the bag often becomes a skeleton in the cupboard.
There's a lot of people scared of me, and I can't blame them. They call me crazy so much I think I'm starting to believe them.
He felt. . . a suspicion-no, a conviction-than he had been abandoned, forgotten, and that no one in the whole world cared or would ever care enough about him to really find out what he was like and what his dreams were. He was an outcast, a creature somehow vastly different from all other people, an object of scorn and derision, an outsider, secretly loathed and ridiculed by everyone who met him, even by those few who professed to love him.
To some people, surrender may have negative connotations, implying defeat, giving up, failing to rise to the challenges of life, becoming lethargic, and so on. True surrender, however, is something entirely different. It does not mean to passively put up with whatever situation you find yourself in and to do nothing about it. Nor does it mean to cease making plans or initiating positive action. Surrender is the simple but profound wisdom of yielding to rather than opposing the flow of life.
Let's pretend there's a pandemic. Let's everybody run around and play your role. Main result is that there is tremendous confusion. . . . Nobody knows who's in charge. Nobody knows the chain of command.