There are people, who the more you do for them, the less they will do for themselves.
When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist in his face. " (31. 26)
Like most misery, it started with apparent happiness.
I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.
Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.
I guess that’s the beauty of books. When they finish they don’t really finish.
The night is alive with stars, and when I lie down and look up, I get lost up there. I feel like I’m falling, but upward, into the abyss of sky above me.
Do you know someone you would like to change and regulate and improve? Good! That is fine. I am all in favor of it, But why not begin on yourself? From a purely selfish standpoint, that is a lot more profitable than trying to improve others - yes, and a lot less dangerous.
History resists an ending as surely as nature abhors a vacuum; the narrative of our days is a run-on sentence, every full stop a comma in embryo. But more: like thought, like water, history is fluid, unpredictable, dangerous. It leaps and surges and doubles back, cuts unpredictable channels, surfaces suddenly in places no one would expect.
Sweeteners, which can be up to 300 times sweeter than natural sugar, are known to increase appetite and result in overeating. Be on the lookout for artificial sweeteners, and when possible, steer clear of them.
The use of psychoactive drugs - including both antidepressants and antipsychotics - has exploded. . . [yet] 'the tally of those who are disabled. . . increased nearly two and a half times.