I trust my mom with anything. If I have a problem, my mom is always the first person I go to.
Magnifying a matter is not the way to mend it.
There are different kinds of wrong. The people sinned against are not always the best.
My youth is escaping without giving me anything it owes me.
As regards plot I find real life no help at all. Real life seems to have no plots. And as I think a plot desirable and almost necessary, I have this extra grudge against life.
Real life seems to have no plots.
I never know why self-sacrifice is noble. Why is it better to sacrifice oneself than someone else?
But whether there's some grand design really matters little to me. My only hope was this: to see what might be, to believe that it should be, and then to do all I could to bring it to pass, whatever the cost.
Everyone has a watched life. Everyone is both the observer and the observed.
It now lately sometimes seemed a black miracle to me that people could actually care deeply about a subject or pursuit, and could go on caring this way for years on end. Could dedicate their entire lives to it. It seemed admirable and at the same time pathetic. We are all dying to give our lives away to something, maybe.
Nature always levies her tribute.