I believe in the old warrior's credo that "to the victor go the spoils. "
The physical shock took away the pain of being.
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 world, it is a tempest sometimes. But remember, the sun always rises again.
Far too often, when we think we are frightened by mystery, the fact is that we are haunted by history.
We're all grown women now; if we wanna do something, we can't be stopped!
Rising inequality can create a more highly leveraged economy, and it can then make the economy vulnerable to a crash like 2008.