I do not ask to be young again; all I want is to go on getting older.
Both Heaven and Hell are retroactive, all of one's life will eventually be known to have been one or the other.
It is, I think, that we are all so alone in what lies deepest in our souls, so unable to find the words, and perhaps the courage to speak with unlocked hearts, that we don't know at all that it is the same with others.
Between the probable and proved there yawns A gap. Afraid to jump, we stand absurd, Then see behind us sink the ground and, worse, Our very standpoint crumbling. Desperate dawns Our only hope: to leap into the Word That opens up the shuttered universe.
Not only are we harried by time, we seem unable, despite a thousand generations, even to get used to it. We are always amazed at it–how fast it goes, how slowly it goes, how much of it is gone. Where, we cry, has the time gone? We aren’t adapted to it, not at home in it. If that is so, it may appear as a proof, or at least a powerful suggestion, that eternity exists and is our home.
. . . So Englishmen saw it. Lincoln's insincerity was regarded as proven by two things: his earlier denial of any lawful right or wish to free the slaves; and, especially, his not freeing the slaves in 'loyal' Kentucky and other United States areas or even in Confederate areas occupied by United States troops, such as New Orleans.
God gives us many gifts, but never permanence; that we must seek in his arms.
Seeing yourself in print is such an amazing concept: you can get so much attention without having to actually show up somewhere. . . You don't have to dress up, for instance, and you can't hear them boo you right away.
People do that sometimes. Change.
Can you imagine wot it was like. All the girls gettin' luvly figgers and me stayin' flat as a pancake? It was no fun, I tell you.
Do you think anger is a sincere emotion or the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?