Rumpty!" he muttered, which was very rude if you were one of the few people in the universe who understood what it meant.
Our worst pain is confined within our own skin.
Ask her what she craved, and she'd get a little frantic about things like books, the woods, music. Plants and the seasons. Also freedom.
We are not strong enough to stand up against endless grief, And yet pain is the constant drone of life. So if we are to have any happiness at all, it is only in the passing instant.
Claim your space. Draw a circle of light around it. Push back against the dark. Don't just survive. Celebrate.
She always carried a book, though, in case she needed to read a few pages to avoid unwanted conversation.
No looking back. Life goes one way only, and whatever opinions you hold about the past having nothing to do with anything but your own damn weakness. Nothing changes what already happened. It will always have happened. You either let it break you down or you don't.
What our country deserves from everyone who enjoys its fruits and freedoms is a little more gratitude - and a lot less greed.
Superstorm Sandy inflicted havoc and heartache throughout the Northeast, hitting the Big Apple and its surrounding coastal towns hard.
Culture hides more than it reveals and strangely enough what it hides, it hides most effectively from it's own participants. Years of study have convinced me that the real job is not to understand foreign culture but to understand our own.
I am past scorching; not easily can’st thou scorch a scar.