Whoever feels pain in hearing a good character of his neighbor, will feel a pleasure in the reverse. And those who despair to rise in distinction by their virtues, are happy if others can be depressed to a level of themselves.
An oppressed people are authorized whenever they can to rise and break their fetters.
I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree.
I bought a cactus. A week later it died. And I got depressed, because I thought, Damn. I am less nurturing than a desert.
Our opinions do not really blossom into fruition until we have expressed them to someone else.
I think you ought to know I'm feeling very depressed.
Though the vicious can sometimes pour affliction upon the good, their power is transient and their punishment certain; and that innocence, though oppressed by injustice, shall, supported by patience, finally triumph over misfortune!
Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?
In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.
Love you,†Xavier said just before he drifted back to sleep. “Love you more,†I said playfully. “Not a chance,†Xavier said, fully awake now. “I’m bigger, I can contain more love.†“I’m smaller, therefore my love particles are more compressed, which means I can fit more in.†Xavier laughed. “That argument makes no sense. Overruled.†“I’m just basing it on how much I miss you when you’re not around,†I countered. “How can you possibly know how much I miss you?†he said. “Have you got some sort of built-in miss-o-meter that can give us a reading?†“I’m a girl; of course I have a built-in miss-o-meter.