We assume that good-looking people are smarter and more effective than they really are, and that homely people are the reverse.
I want to change, but not if it means changing.
It is less painful, it turns out, to feel betrayed than to feel forgotten.
Closure is just as delusive-it is the false hope that we can deaden our living grief.
Being present, whether with children, with friends, or even with oneself, is hard work. But isn't this attentiveness - the feeling that someone is trying to think about us - something we want more than praise?
When we cannot find a way of telling our story, our story tells us-we dream these stories, we develop symptoms, or we find ourselves acting in ways we don’t understand.
Psychoanalysts are fond of pointing out that the past is alive in the present. But the future is alive in the present too. The future is not some place we’re going to, but an idea in our mind now. It is something we’re creating, that in turn creates us. The future is a fantasy that shapes our present.
Baseball is the greatest game in the world and deserves the best you can give it.
Our will is always for our own good, but we do not always see what that is; the people is never corrupted, but it is often deceived, and on such occasions only does it seem to will what is bad.
I like to go to work, and also, I don't have any kids. I don't have any hobbies. I don't like to travel. So going to work is kind of it.
I think, she began quietly, I think we want. . . not just bread for our bellies. We want more than only bread. We want food for our hearts, our souls. We want- how to say it? We want, you know- Puccini music. . . . we want for our beautiful children some beauty. She leaned over and kissed the curl on her finger. We want roses.