- A Choice
Stay away from people who belittle your ambitions, small people always do that, but the truly great ones make you feel that you, too, can become great.
- Dylan Mihalik's Simple Typing Practice
When you think about it, people are kind of like eggs. On the outside of the egg, it's just the shell, and it's hollowness. On the inside of the egg, that's where all the soft spots are, and in the center is the core. The yolk.
While I was doing stand-up, I thought I knew for sure that success meant getting everyone to like me. So I became whoever I thought people wanted me to be. I'd say yes when I wanted to say no, and I even wore a few dresses.
- Monty Python's Flying Circus
This parrot is no more! It has ceased to be! It's expired and gone to meet its maker! This is a late parrot! It's a stiff! Bereft of life, it rests in peace! If you hadn't nailed it to the perch, it would be pushing up the daisies! It's run down the curtain and joined the choir invisible! This is an ex-parrot!
- Island of the Sequined Love Nun
Tucker fell back with an exasperated sigh. He didn't understand religion. It was like heroin or golf: He knew lots of people did it, but he didn't understand why. His father watched sports every Sunday and his mother had worked in real estate. He grew up thinking that church was something that simply interfered with games and weekend open houses.
Pascal is for building pyramids - imposing, breathtaking, static structures built by armies pushing heavy blocks into place. Lisp is for building organisms - imposing, breathtaking, dynamic structures built by squads fitting fluctuating myriads of simpler organisms into place.
Lisp has jokingly been called "the most intelligent way to misuse a computer." I think that description is a great compliment because it transmits the full flavor of liberation: it has assisted a number of our most gifted fellow humans in thinking previously impossible thoughts.
They had been brought up in a tradition that told them in one way or another that the life of the mind and the life of the senses were separate and, indeed, inimical; they had believed, without ever having really thought about it, that one had to be chosen at some expense of the other. That the one could intensify the other had never occurred to them.
Those things that he held most deeply were most profoundly betrayed when he spoke of them to his classes; what was most alive withered in his words; and what moved him most became cold in its utterance . And the consciousness of his inadequacy distressed him so greatly that the sense of it grew habitual, as much a part of him as the stoop of his shoulders.
You, too, are cut out for failure; not that you'd fight the world. You'd let it chew you up and spit you out, and you'd lie there wondering what was wrong. Because you'd always expect the world to be something it wasn't, something it had no wish to be. The weevil in the cotton, the worm in the beanstalk, the borer in the corn. You couldn't face them, and you couldn't fight them; because you're too weak, and you're too strong. And you have no place to go in the world.
- The Help
The kitchen is about half the size of the living room and warmer. It smells like tea and lemons. The black-and-white linoleum floor has been scrubbed thin. There's just enough counter for the china tea set. I set the typewriter on a scratched red table under the window. Aibileen starts to pour the hot water into the teapot.
- Confessions of a Mask
What I wanted was to die among strangers, untroubled, beneath a cloudless sky. And yet my desire differed from the sentiments of that ancient Greek who wanted to die under the brilliant sun. What I wanted was some natural, spontaneous suicide. I wanted a death like that of a fox, not yet well versed in cunning, that walks carelessly along a mountain path and is shot by a hunter because of its own stupidity...
Eee. Eee. Eee. I like horses in the back that are attached to horse tacks in the back. Riding on a tractor, lean all in my bladder cheated on my baby.
Dr. Samuel Loomis (Fictional Character)
- Halloween 1978
I met him, 15 years ago; I was told there was nothing left; no reason, no conscience, no understanding in even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, of good or evil, right or wrong. I met this six-year-old child with this blank, pale, emotionless face, and the blackest eyes, the devil's eyes.
I can't sleep. I can't stop thinking about him. We talk every day. Every morning and every afternoon, and sometimes we text in between. Never anything inappropriate. I think about him all the time, and we've never even met.
We all need to stand up for equality and social justice even when it doesn't apply to us. No one stood up for me when it mattered most and it almost cost me everything.
- love is not a hazard
Love is not a hazard. Rather, it is a way for two souls to somehow find their way to each other through whatever science or psychology one might use to explain it. Do we not call that bonding?
- The price with Reality
When we think of Ourselves, We don't see the Outside of the world. The expectations of the rather Smart people really put our minds to the test. Poetry is rather testifying what we want to know rather than what we know, It's just like Sight Reading, There is the stuff we don't know and then the stuff we want to know. Poets are the reason why people of the "Dumb Side." Don't know what to do. We think of this as just a brain error, But rather something that happens in a person's mind.
Frances Hodgson Burnett
- The Secret Garden
At first people refuse to believe that a strange new thing can be done, then they begin to hope it can be done, then they see it can be done-then it is done and all the world wonders why it was not done centuries ago.