The world was very feminine when I was young. And now it's very masculine.
How lucky we are, when we're spared what we think we want!
That boy hardly needed a mask when his naked face was already impenetrable.
The secret is that there is no secret.
There is one province in which, sooner or later, virtually everyone gets dealt a leading role--hero, heroine, or villain. . . . Unlike the slight implications of quotidian dilemmas that confront the average citizen in other areas of life. . . the stakes in this realm could not be higher. For chances are that at some point along the line you will hold in your hands another person's heart. There is no greater responsibility on the planet. However you contend with this fragile organ, which pounds or seizes in accordance with your caprice, will take your full measure.
You were always uncomfortable with the rhetoric of emotion, which is quite a different matter from discomfort with emotion itself.
The existence of other people is essentially awkward.
Remember that quitting is always an option, and it's the only one that guarantees a predictable result. Stay in the fight and everything is at risk. Quit and you know what will happen NOTHING!
A living skeleton isn't enough for you, is it? What does it take to impress young people these days?
Rational arguments don't usually work on religious people. Otherwise, there wouldn't be religious people.
Start edifying the flowers. Stop pointing out the weeds.