I am only (lim. it. ed), limited by what I believe is possible.
I am reading Henry James. . . and feel myself as one entombed in a block of smooth amber.
A feminist is any woman who tells the truth about her life
Let us simmer over our incalculable cauldron, our enthralling confusion, our hotchpotch of impulses, our perpetual miracle - for the soul throws up wonders every second. Movement and change are the essence of our being; rigidity is death; conformity is death; let us say what comes into our heads, repeat ourselves, contradict ourselves, fling out the wildest nonsense, and follow the most fantastic fancies without caring what the world does or thinks or says. For nothing matters except life.
I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.
I am rooted, but I flow.
Beauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty — it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life — froze it.
The gospel of licentiousness, of selfishness, of blaming all the difficulties of life on external factors - these are the things that are killing people today in ways that the slave whips and the overseers couldn't.
Never have I met a person doing terrible things who would meet my own eyes peacefully. To gaze into another person's face is to do two things: to recognize their humanity, and to assert your own.
Consequence is no coincidence.
In our secular society, school has become the replacement for church, and like church it requires that its teachings must be taken on faith.