We hold on to hope, and hope robs us of the present moment.
The fact that beauty is at one and the same time without cost and above price, robs it of the curse of possessiveness.
I do not oppose the insane asylum — but I abhor and condemn the cutthroat system that robs man of his reason, drives him to insanity and makes the lunatic asylum an indispensable adjunct to every civilized community.
The video forum for me has been a source of great consternation because once you start projecting a look to a song, it robs the listener of their ability to adopt that song and make the lyric their own.
Because you don't learn anything unless you can find the patience to read. TV takes that away from you. It robs you from your mind.
He understood well enough how a man with a choice between pride and responsibility will almost always choose pride--if responsibility robs him of his manhood.
Worry never robs tomorrow of its sorrow, it only saps today of its joy.
A merging of two people is an impossibility, and where it seems to exist, it is a hemming-in, a mutual consent that robs one party or both parties of their fullest freedom and development.
I never wanted to be the lead on a TV drama. It just robs you of your life, really.
The man takes a body that is not his, claims it, sows his so-called seed, reaps a harvest - he colonizes a female body, robs it of its natural resources, controls it.
In the process of being metabolized, sugar robs your body of valuable nutrients. . . Sugar also inhibits your liver's production of enzymes needed in the detoxification process.
He robs present ills of their power who has perceived their coming beforehand.
The miser robs himself.
Shrinking away from death is something unhealthy and abnormal which robs the second half of life of its purpose.
There is nothing that robs a righteous cause of its strength more than a millionaire's money.
Facing your fears robs them of their power.
By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.
Comparison is a thug that robs your joy. But its even more than that - Comparison makes you a thug who beats down somebody - or your soul.
The bee fertilizes the flower it robs.
Not appreciating what we have now, robs us of our abundance even when it exists.
