Don’t do your best, do my best.
She ran her hands over her body as if to bid it good-bye. The hipbones rising from a shrunken stomach were razor-sharp. Would they be lost in a sea of fat? She counted her ribs bone by bone. Where would they go?
She began to be reassured by these pains, tangible symbols of her success in becoming thinner than anyone else. Her only identity was being "the skinniest. " She had to feel it.
Self-mutilation is a frightening barrier that keeps us from seeing a person who is lost, in pain, and in desperate need of help.
The nerves of the skin send pain signals to the brain to warn us of the danger from and impending injury. In the case of self-inflicted wounding, this pain acts as the body's own defense mechanism to stop one from proceeding in the effort at physical injury. If a person proceeds despite the pain, that means that he or she is motivated by something stronger than the pain, something that makes him or her capable of ignoring or enduring it.
Repetition brings familiarity, and familiarity is the opposite of the unknown.
Kessa began to cut her meat into tiny pieces. As a whole it was unmanageable, frightening; but divided and arranged, the meat could be controlled. She cut four pieces. She'd count to four between each bite.
If (the antiproton) had not been discovered, the foundations of physics really would have crumbled.
No one gets a free ride. Except maybe bus drivers.
My parents never looked at my acting as a career. They saw it as a way to help provide for the household.
Productivity is notoriously difficult to predict.