A society of atheists would immediately invent a religion.
He was a poet -oh all men are when they're in love.
Love is a fragile, useless thing. It decomposes easily in the tropic heat.
Forgetting: that, too, was the heart's slow way of healing, but it could only be done alone. Love and loss turns us into the most solitary of creatures, their mysteries can never entirely be shared.
I love the excesses of beauty, there is never enough sunlight in the world I will live in, never enough room for love.
I deny the fact that when I kill time, time is actually killing me
Willie Nelson, out there 200 days a year, calls his band family. And it is.
Realism as a foreign policy doctrine means basically you don't care about values; you consider them a luxury, and it leads to a kind of acquiescence in spheres of influence. Now, spheres of influence sound good if you're a graduate student, or a certain kind of - an academic with a certain habit of mind. But in fact, spheres of influence don't work out very well, certainly not for the victims, and there are always victims.
I caught the look Benjamin gave me. "What?" "Nothing. We just thought a svetocha would be more, well, difficult. " Leon's mouth twitched. "I do seriously want a slushie. " I tried a tentative smile. I definitely liked him now. "I haven't had one in ages. Maybe the guys outside—the double blonds—would want one, too?" For some reason Leon found that utterly fricking hysterical. He snorted and chuckled all the way through Housewares to the Health and Beauty section, and even Benjamin unbent enough to grin.
There are no such self-deceivers as those who think they reason when they only feel.