Ballycumber (ba-li-KUM-ber) n. One of the six half-read books lying somewhere in your bed. - Douglas Adams

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I loved most when his eyelashes twitched and he blinked, and suddenly happiness was there inside his eyes. Unmistakable. Like a single word printed on a clean white page.

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Ballycumber (ba-li-KUM-ber) n. One of the six half-read books lying somewhere in your bed.

Lying, Book, Bed, Ballycumber, Books

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A life that is burdened with expectations is a heavy life. Its fruit is sorrow and disappointment.

Disappointment, Expectations, Fruit, Life, Sorrow

Did I do anything wrong today," he said, "or has the world always been like this and I've been too wrapped up in myself to notice?

Said, Today, World, Wrong

I think the problem, to be quite honest with you, is that you've never actually known what the question is.

Actually, Honest, Problem, Quite, Think, Thinking

Don't believe anything you read on the net. Except this. Well, including this, I suppose.

Believe, Except, Paradox, Read, Wells

Why are people born? Why do they die? Why do they want to spend so much of the intervening time wearing digital watches?

Born, Intervening, People, Want, Watches, Wearing

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Jamais Cascio

The idea of sustainability can imply there is one perfect, unchanging future, if only we could work out how to get there. Resilience might be more useful, in that it assumes a dynamic environment and that perfection is impossible. You need to design systems to accommodate failure rather than eliminate it. By trying to be perfect, many visions of sustainability are quite brittle

Dynamic, Future, Ideas, Perfection, Quite, Visions

Agnivesh

For the world order to be one of peace and justice, for the global village to be a theater of right livelihood, it is imperative that a new and proactive spiritual vision commensurate to the challenges of the emerging world order be enunciated without delay.

Emerging, Justice, Livelihood, Order, Spiritual

Daul Kim

I'm lonely. What kind of loneliness? Every kind. I feel disconnected. Abandoned. As always. Repetition. So what, my love? So what? At first, I just wanted to run away. Now I have no where else to run to, nothing to run from. I don't belong anywhere, I don't want to go anywhere, I just want to be happy.

Away, Loneliness, Lonely, Nothing, Running

Dennis Prager

Enough generations of socialist policies have now passed for us to judge their effects. They are bleak. Socialism undermines the character of a nation and of its citizens. In simpler words, socialism makes people worse.

Character, People, Judging, Bleak, Undermines, Words

Augusten Burroughs