I had a rule about stilettos, and it was this: I didn't wear them unless I planned to kick ass in them. Stilettos were for striding and sauntering, never sulking.
Placing on writers the responsibility to represent a culture is an onerous burden.
Can you imagine how it is, to want to be neither inside nor outside, to want to be nowhere and disappear?
With hope, a mind is always free.
Love is tricky. It is never mundane or daily. You can never get used to it. You have to walk with it, then let it walk with you. You can never balk. It moves you like the tide. It takes you out to sea, then lays you on the beach again. Today's struggling pain is the foundation for a certain stride through the heavens. You can run from it but you can never say no. It includes everyone.
He asked if he could recite a poem he had written that morning: 'You speak,' he said, 'the language of shooting stars, more surprising than sunrise, more brilliant than the sun, as brief as sunset. I want to follow its trail to eternity.
My mother didn't teach me lessons about being Chinese as strongly as she did the notion of who I was as a female.
Pascal makes no attempt in this most famous argument to show that his Roman Catholicism is true or probably true. The reasons which he suggests for making the recommended bet on his particular faith are reasons in the sense of motives rather than reasons in the sense of grounds. Conceding, if only for the sake of the present argument, that we can have no knowledge here, Pascal tries to justify as prudent a policy of systematic self-persuasion, rather than to provide grounds for thinking that the beliefs recommended are actually true.
Our sins describe us, and our prohibitions describe our sins.
I like the second better, but the first fits with the vampire watching what she can’t have. ” I blinked. “What he can’t have,” I amended, flushing.
Thank God I had all these family values or who knows where I'd be now.