I would not come in. I meant not even if asked, And I hadn't been.
A disciple asked, "Who is a Master?" The Master replied, "Anyone to whom it is given to let go of the ego. Such a person's life is then a masterpiece.
Once I asked Teichman what he thought of Bird's chess: "Same as his health," he replied, "always alternating between being dangerously ill and dangerously well. "
Do you hurt uncle Kisten', he asked. (. . . ) but Kisten beat me to it. “Only my heart, Audric,” he said. “Ms. Rachel is like the sun. See her sparkling there with the wind in her hair and fire in her eyes? You can’t catch the sun. You can only feel its touch on your face. And if you get too much of it, it burns you.
A girl's body was a prize. It had to be more than asked for. It had to be earned, worshipped, and avowed.
Answers come when the questions that are being asked need to be answered.
I pointed in the general vicinity of my left ovary, "This is Beam Me Up. " Then to my right. "And this is Scotty. " Garret chuckled and buried his face in his hands. He asked.
He leaned over to kiss the top of my head, and then groaned. I looked at him, puzzled. "You smell so good in the rain," he explained. "In a good way, or in a bad way?" I asked cautiously. He sighed. "Both, always both.
How old is she now?" he asked. "Hard to say. She was a tree for a while. Now she's immortal.
How was your night?" I asked, my voice carefully neutral as I attempted to break the ice. My spying adventures still hung uncomfortably between us. "Interesting. Yours?" "Not so much. " "Homework was brutal,huh?" He was making fun of me. "I didn´t do homework. " He had the smile of a fow. "Who did you do?" I was speechless a moment. I stood there with my mouth slightly open. "Was that an innuendo?" "Just curious what my competition is. " "Grow upp. " His smile stretched. "Loosen up.
When I am asked what I believe in, I say that I believe in architecture. Architecture is the mother of the arts. I like to believe that architecture connects the present with the past and the tangible with the intangible.
The genius of Man in our time has gone into jet-propulsion, atom-splitting, penicillin-curing, etc. There is none over for works of imagination; of spiritual insight or mystical enlightenment. I asked for bread and was given a tranquilliser.
Fine. . . a word that you said when someone asked how you were but didn't really care to know the truth.
You can't stand around and wait to be asked to dance.
Do you have it on your person?" my father asked. "Jesus" I replied. "My person has it in her purse.
If there is a time of judgment, instead of theological or institutional litmus tests, the only question asked about our life and spirituality will be "Did you love with abandonment?"
I don't yell back at my mother. When I'm angry or scared or upset, I don't yell. I stay quiet. I've seen how she is, how she would get with Kent and with me and with other people, life if someone at the pharmacy got in the wrong line or asked too long a question, or if someone on the bus accidentally bumped her. I've watched her my whole life, the way people react to her. It doesn't actually help you get what you want, yelling and being like that. It only makes people think bad of you.
I asked you what you wanted and you said you didn't want anything. And I told you I wasn't planning on giving you anything; I was planning on giving you something.
Some other things I don't miss: the media and the pressure of just being asked to do, and being asked questions every day.
The question, "What is the purpose thereof?" cannot be asked about anything which is not the product of an agent; therefore we cannot ask what is the purpose of the existence of God.