Part of the problem with the word 'disabilities' is that it immediately suggests an inability to see or hear or walk or do other things that many of us take for granted. But what of people who can't feel? Or talk about their feelings? Or...
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Fred Rogers
It is beautiful, it is endless, it is full and yet seems empty. It hurts us.
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Jackson Pearce
But no: he was empty, he was confronted by a vast anger, a desperate anger, he saw it and could almost have touched it. But it was inert - if it were to live and find expression and suffer, he must lend it his own...
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JeanPaul Sartre
That's for the best. Otherwise they might realize they're in prison. It can't be helped. You women are used to harems and prisons. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>A person can spend his whole life between four walls. If he doesn't think or feel that he's a prisoner,...
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Vladimir Bartol
These are the three stages of enlightenment, the three glimpses of satori. 1. The first stage enlightenment: A Glimpse of the WholeThe first stage of enlightenment is short glimpse from faraway of the whole. It is a short glimpse of being. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>The first...
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Swami Dhyan Giten
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I believe in my mask-- The man I made up is me I believe in my dance-- And my destiny
This isn't champagne anymore. We went through the champagne a long time ago. This is serious stuff. The days of champagne are long gone.
Weston: Look at my outlook. You don't envy it, right? Wesley: No.Weston: That's because it's full of poison. Infected. And you recognize poison, right? You recognize it when you see it? Wesley: Yes.Weston: Yes, you do. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>I can see that you do. My...
When you consider all the writers who never even had a machine. Who would have given an eyeball for a good typewriter. Any typewriter. All the ones who wrote on a matchbook covers. Paper bags. Toilet paper. Who had their writing destroyed by their jailers....
I don't understand my feelings. I really don't. I don't understand how I could hate you so much after so much time. How, no matter how much I'd like to not hate you, I hate you even more. It grows.
