#pee

Life is an onion - you peel it year by year and sometimes cry. ↗

— Carl Sandburg

#life #onion #peel #years #life

But wishing our Kansas soldiers 'God speed' is not enough. We need to comfort, care for, and protect their families. And we should ease the financial burdens that these families often face. ↗

— Kathleen Sebelius

#care #comfort #ease #enough #face

The ordinary procedure of the nineteenth century is that when a powerful and noble personage encounters a man of feeling, he kills, exiles, imprisons or so humiliates him that the other, like a fool, dies of grief. ↗

— Stendhal

#genuineness #life #living #peer-pressure #life

The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever. ↗

— Don DeLillo

#life #speech #words #writing #life

He never labored so hard to learn a language as he did to hold his tongue, and it affected him for life. The habit of reticence — of talking without meaning — is never effaced. ↗

— Henry Adams

#speech #education

Some people will just go with the flow of things and sway in life, while others will fight against the currents and go upstream to reach their destiny. ↗

— Anthony Liccione

#following #overcoming-obstacles #peer-pressure #swaying-in-life #life

To criticize a person for their race is manifestly irrational and ridiculous, but to criticize their religion, that is a right. That is a freedom. The freedom to criticize ideas, any ideas - even if they are sincerely held beliefs - is one of the fundamental freedoms of society. A law which attempts to say you can criticize and ridicule ideas as long as they are not religious ideas is a very peculiar law indeed. ↗

— Rowan Atkinson

#beliefs #criticism #criticize #freedom #freedom-of-speech

I wanted to say a certain thing to a certain man, a certain true thing that had crept into my head. I opened my head, at the place provided, and proceeded to pronounce the true thing that lay languishing there—that is, proceeded to propel that trueness, that felicitous trularity, from its place inside my head out into world life. The certain man stood waiting to receive it. His face reflected an eager accepting-ness. Everything was right. I propelled, using my mind, my mouth, all my muscles. I propelled. I propelled and propelled. I felt trularity inside my head moving slowly through the passage provided (stained like the caves of Lascaux with garlic, antihistamines, Berloiz, a history, a history) toward its debut on the world stage. Past my teeth, with their little brown sweaters knitted of gin and cigar smoke, toward its leap to critical scrutiny. Past my lips, with their tendency to flake away in cold weather— ↗

— Donald Barthelme

#language #speech #truth #life

Why would someone for whom talking was torture want to talk all the time before thousands of Athenians? Because otherwise he’d have drown himself at high tide. My sister- so shy, so sincere- once wanted to be an actress. The best jazz drummer I’ve ever heard had only one arm. We all choose a calling that’s the most radical contradiction of ourselves. ↗

— David Shields

#speech-impediments #stammar #stutter #stuttering #life

You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#love #peeta #suzanne-collins #the-hunger-games #love