Although I was able to maintain a pleasant expression, I was mentally throwing up in her face.
Doctor, if being a bitch is healthy, then I am the healthiest damn woman on the face of the earth
I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.
If you have one parent who loves you, even if they can't buy you clothes, they're so poor and they make all kinds of mistakes and maybe sometimes they even give you awful advice, but never for one moment do you doubt their love for you--if you have this, you have incredibly good fortune. If you have two parents who love you? You have won life's Lotto. If you do not have parents, or if the parents you have are so broken and so, frankly, terrible that they are no improvement over nothing, this is fine. It's not ideal because it's harder without adults who love you more than they love themselves. But harder is just harder, that's all.
Life is a struggle, but not a warfare.
It is always easier to believe than to deny. Our minds are naturally affirmative.
The very idea of a bird is a symbol and a suggestion to the poet. A bird seems to be at the top of the scale, so vehement and intense his life. . . . The beautiful vagabonds, endowed with every grace, masters of all climes, and knowing no bounds -- how many human aspirations are realised in their free, holiday-lives -- and how many suggestions to the poet in their flight and song!
The tendinous part of the mind, so to speak, is more developed in winter; the fleshy, in summer. I should say winter had given the bone and sinew to literature, summer the tissues and the blood.
To treat your facts with imagination is one thing, but to imagine your facts is another.
The lure of the distant and the difficult is deceptive. The great opportunity is where you are.