You see mother, you had no life of your own. They have no idea. One has only a life of one's own.
No man is really honest; none of us is above the influence of gain.
Hunger knows no friend but its feeder.
High thoughts must have high language.
A man's homeland is wherever he prospers.
The gods, my dear simple fellow, are a mere expression coined by vulgar superstition. We frown upon such coinage here.
An insult directed at the wicked is not to be censured; on the contrary, the honest man, if he has sense, can only applaud.
The strongest argument against totalitarianism may be a recognition of a universal human nature; that all humans have innate desires for life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. The doctrine of the blank slate. . . is a totalitarian's dream.
Just like you, your partner wants to be loved for who they are, in spite of their shortcomings. Make an effort to let them know they are loved, even if some of their behavior is not. Work towards co-creative solutions.
She was so emotional, on the verge of tears. This was what I'd wanted to prevent with all those quick disappearances, the tangledness of farewells and all the baggage they brought with them. But now, looking at Deb, I realized what else I'd given up: knowing for sure that someone was going to miss me. What happened to goodbye, Michael in Westcott had written on my Ume. com page. I was pretty sure I knew, now. It had been packed away in a box of its own, trying to be forgotten, until I really needed it. Until now.
It may be that a second wave of the sexual revolution might at last accomplish its aim of freeing half the race from its immemorial subordination--and in the process bring us all a great deal closer to humanity. It may be that we shall even be able to retire sex from the harsh realities of politics, but not until we have created a world we can bear out of the desert we inhabit.