But I know what it means to crave what you're not. To want to sew up that rift because it's exhausting to hold it open. Sometimes you just need to be someone else, someone who doesn't care about anything at all. I know I do. I want emptiness but I can't have it.
Through every rift of discovery some seeming anomaly drops out of the darkness, and falls, as a golden link into the great chain of order.
The intellect is a cleaver; it discerns and rifts its way into the secrets of things.
You might curb your magnanimity, and be more of an artist, and load every rift of your subject with ore.
Karachi captures all of those rifts between ancient and modern, communal and individual. You see them playing out in people's lives.
Since social relationships are always ambiguous, since my thought is only a unit, since my thoughts create rifts as much as they unite, since my words establish contacts by being spoken and create isolation by remaining unspoken, since an immense moat separates the subjective certitude that I have for myself from the objective reality that I represent to others, since I never stop finding myself guilty even though I feel I am innocent.
There were occasionally rifts in the cloud where the face of a woman appeared, frowning.
We loved one another, man. I mean all those stories about the rift. . . there was no question of a rift between Charlie Parker and me.
The rift between culture and pop-culture has never been greater.
When readers close the covers on Running the Rift, I want them to understand that it is not a genocide novel but rather a story of hope and rebirth.
Love should be our walk and our talk.
In our family, we don't have rifts. We have a jolly good row and then it's all over. And I've only twice ever had a row with my sister.
Be still. In that focus, all else comes into focus. In that rift in my routine, the universe falls into alignment.
It is the little rift within the lute That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.
Load every rift with ore.
The Rift, which was well over a thousand pages of manuscript, took two years.
The confrontation between America and Europe reveals not so much a rapprochement as a distortion, an unbridgeable rift. There isn't just a gap between us, but a whole chasm of modernity.
Know the joy of life by piling good deed on good deed until no rift or cranny appears between them.
You I am sure will forgive me for sincerely remarking that you might curb your magnanimity and be more of an artist, and 'load every rift' of your subject with ore.
