Words are like butter Rolling off my lips Cut like a knife And now I'm sinking battleships
No. I don’t regret it. It wasn’t the right thing to do, but I don’t regret it. - Toni
There were worse things than death, as she'd discovered. Sometimes living took far more courage. Facing another day. Enduring. Those things took strength. Far more than dying.
Nothing good is ever easy. Or worth it.
Taking the leap felt appropriate. Only it wasn’t just a short hop. It was a full plunge off a cliff.
Girlfriends' code. What's discussed with girlfriends stays with girlfriends.
Tis a well-known fact that a man is either skilled in matters of loving or matters of war. ’Tis obvious that fighting is your skill.
It is far more than the discovery of life without a self. The immediate, inevitable result is an emergence into a new dimension of knowing and being that entails a difficult and prolonged readjustment. the reflexive mechanism of the mind -or whatever it is that allows us to be self-conscious - is cut off or permanently suspended so the mind is ever after held in a fixed now moment out of which it cannot move in its uninterrupted gaze upon the Unknown
The more you love, the more you can love--and the more intensely you love. Nor is there any limit on how many you can love. If a person had time enough, he could love all of that majority who are decent and just.
The villains have turned into heroes. The heroes have turned into heals.
I want the marginality to come into the center. This is the thing I was conscious of growing up, when I later lived in England. I saw all these war movies that came out shortly after the war, and they were all about the war being fought by Englishmen or Americans, there were no other "allies" in it - from India or Australia, etc.