Born Losers is a beautiful piece of writing. Scott Sandage is history's Dickens; his bleak house, the late nineteenth century world of almost anonymous American men who failed. With wit and sympathy, Sandage illuminates the grey world of credit evaluation, a little studied smothering arm of capitalism. This is history as it should be, a work of art exploring the social cost of our past.
But say you do find the right people - how do you love them without smothering them?. . . How do you not suffocate them with all the love you've built up in their absence?
When the entire world is built on death and horror, when existence is a constant state of panic, it's hard to get worked up about any one thing. Specific fears have become irrelevant. We've replace them with a smothering blanket far worse.
A society deadened by a smothering network of laws while finding release in moral chaos is not likely to be either happy or stable.
Strive to see God in all things without exception. Do not smother yourself. . . If you start smothering yourself with a host of cares and longings and wishes. . . you will be disabling yourself from serving God with all your heart.
If you want to look like the people next door, you're probably smothering yourself into your dreams.
Our job is to sell our clients' merchandise. . . not ourselves. Our job is to kill the cleverness that makes us shine instead of the product. Our job is to simplify, to tear away the unrelated, to pluck out the weeds that are smothering the product message.
The camembert with its venison scent defeats the Marolles and Limbourg dull smells; It spreads its exhalation, smothering the other scents under its surprising breath abundance.
