Actually, they fought to fill the emptiness of their lives as they filled their empty glasses. They fought–not because the liquor was in them, but because it did not fill them enough.
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
More Quotes By Nelson Algren
For people never say anything the same way twice; no two of them ever say it the same. The greatest imaginative writer that ever brooded in a lavender robe and a mellowed briar in his teeth, couldn't tell you, though e try for a lifetime,...
Never play cards with a man called Doc. Never eat at a place called Mom's. Never sleep with a woman whose troubles are worse than your own.
You don't write a novel out of sheer pity any more than you blow a safe out of a vague longing to be rich. A certain ruthlessness and a sense of alienation from society is as essential to creative writing as it is to armed...
A book, a true book, is the writer's confessional. For, whether he would have it so or not, he is betrayed, directly or indirectly, by his characters, into presenting publicly his innermost feelings.
It's the place built out of Man's ceaseless failure to overcome himself. Out of Man's endless war against himself we build our successes as well as our failures. Making it the city of all cities most like Man himself– loneliest creation of all this very...
