Home is really where education does begin.
I don't find life unbearably grave. I find it almost intolerably frivolous.
If at the one moment in your life when the chance of something transcendental is offered to you, if you have this chance to move beyond the surface of things, to understand - and you say, No, maybe not. . . What then? How do you explain the rest of your life to yourself? How do you pass the time until you die? Do you substitute for that an interest in what - eating? Do you spend the next sixty years trying to be fascinated by the act of breathing?
I suppose that each of us may have a great moment in our life, a month, a week a year, when we are most fully what we are meant to be
Depression - that limp word for the storm of black panic and half-demented malfunction - had over the years worked itself out in Charlotte's life in a curious pattern. Its onset was often imperceptible: like an assiduous housekeeper locking up a rambling mansion, it noiselessly went about and turned off, one by one, the mind's thousand small accesses to pleasure.
Lonely's like any other organism; competitive and resourceful in the struggle to perpetuate itself.
Something had been buried that was not yet dead.
This was his world, he said to himself, the sad, oppressive world that God had provided for him, and he was responsible to it.
We've given up making a living, its all this crazy love poetry now!
Daily, constantly, we choose by our desires, our thoughts, and our actions whether we want to be blessed or cursed, happy or miserable.
I'm a workaholic. I could easily work 300-plus days of the year.