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New Orleans, city of roaches, city of decay, city of our family, and of happy, happy people.

Mathematics is one of the major modern mysteries. Perhaps it is the leading one, occupying a place in our society similar to the religious mysteries of another age. If we want to know something about what our age is all about, we should have some understanding of what mathematics is, and of how the mathematician operates and thinks.

...the longer she had lived away, the more she realized that nowhere became home… though everywhere had.

Don't lose the one who fights with you to be with you!

Most people can’t seem to see the relationship between truth, honesty and national development.

Explore and experiment your lifetime on earth.

As a romantic ideal, turbulent, impoverished India could still weave its spell, and the key to it all - the colours, the moods, the scents, the subtle, mysterious light, the poetry, the heightened expectations, the kind of beauty that made your heart miss a beat - well, that remained the monsoon.

I feel both isolated from poverty – I do not know what my neighbors need or if they need anything – and surrounded by it because now we know all about the hunger and death in the world, and everyone is my neighbor.

Learn, or you'll be made to learn.

The greatest power in the world is choice.

Why certainly, words possess power.  They do!  But releasing their magic requires combining and arranging those words in the right order.

A five-hour flight works out to three days and nights on land, by rail, from sea to shining sea. You can chalk off the hours on the back of the seat ahead. But seventy-some hours will not seem so long to you if you tell yourself first: This is where I am going to be for the rest of my natural life.

Failures or successes are not as important as the willingness to risk.

But for each high, there's a low. Periods of such despair and listlessness that you don't ever see a way of getting out of it. Everything's bad. Nothing's ever going to be all right again. There's no reason to get out of bed in the morning. You don't want to talk to anybody, and when you do you end up pissing them off. You can't remember what it's like to be happy.

Unfortunately, just like bullets, you can never get words back once they have been sent out into the world.

Patience is the path to opportunities. We gain patience through prayer and meditation. Within that vein, we never consider ourselves having failed.

I don't understand why people care so much about showing that they are good; because I am rather comfortable with having badness, quite okay with being inexplicable. They tire themselves so. The light is beautiful; but light can't hide treasures like the darkness can.

She's clearly gone too long without male companionship if any brute who walked her way made her sit up and take notice.

The depressed person is a radical, sullen atheist.

It's so weird how that can be, how you could have a night that's the worst in your life, but to everybody else it's just an ordinary night.

Big skirmishes over small misunderstanding make things bad in a relationship.

Cemeteries are full of unfulfilled dreams... countless echoes of 'could have' and 'should have'… countless books unwritten… countless songs unsung... I want to live my life in such a way that when my body is laid to rest, it will be a well needed rest from a life well lived, a song well sung, a book well written, opportunities well explored, and a love well expressed.

Don't give up.I know you've made a thousand attempts to reach your goal, but look at it this way: after repeatedly banging your head against the wall, you ought to be numb enough break through this time.

We hurt ourselves much more than anyone can hurt us just by believing the stupid thoughts we get sometimes.

I'm not interested in the reviews by critics over the age of 15.

Believe me. Your hardship, tears and sorrows you are facing now are the training of your spirit. The strength you learn from there brings you more love and smiles in your future. Wherever you are, love all the people around you like your family. then you are not alone anymore.

God withholds blessing only in wisdom, never in spite or aloofness.

To many, eternal love lasts forever. But for me, eternal love is not about duration. It is about a divine something which puts this life into something way beyond what is physical, what is timed, and what is measured.”Sophia to Michael

The sweet fragrance of a fresh New Year!

Perhaps real wisdom lies in not seeking answers at all. Any answer we find will not be true for long. An answer is a place where we can fall asleep as life moves past us to its next question. After all these years I have begun to wonder if the secret of living well is not in having all the answers but in pursuing unanswerable questions in good company.

You’re a terrible woman Nox, but by the stars I love you beyond words themselves,

Every fresh morning brings freshness of sacred-being.

It is not how much you have that matters. But how much you share that is the most important.

Not belonging is a terrible feeling. It feels awkward and it hurts, as if you were wearing someone else's shoes.

The irony of life: Realizing a lifetime is barely long enough to figure out how it should have been lived.

The chaos around you is none of your business: your business is how you feel about it.

I had to learn what my grandfather and mother knew about some of this journey’s problems. My job was to sit back and let the Lord work it out according to His will. That’s the best way —always!

The function of mindfulness is, first, to recognize the suffering and then to take care of the suffering. The work of mindfulness is first to recognize the suffering and second to embrace it. A mother taking care of a crying baby naturally will take the child into her arms without suppressing, judging it, or ignoring the crying. Mindfulness is like that mother, recognizing and embracing suffering without judgement. So the practice is not to fight or suppress the feeling, but rather to cradle it with a lot of tenderness. When a mother embraces her child, that energy of tenderness begins to penetrate into the body of the child. Even if the mother doesn't understand at first why the child is suffering and she needs some time to find out what the difficulty is, just her acto f taking the child into her arms with tenderness can alreadby bring relief. If we can recognize and cradle the suffering while we breathe mindfully, there is relief already.

Everyone has scars, they just aren’t as visible as yours.

When the watermelons were as large as a child's head, the women boiled them, but they collapsed into a tasteless green mush that no one could eat, not the children, not the cow.

DYING IS NOT HOTBy Celia the DarkCool is no longer cool because cool is now hot,and school isn't school if you are skipping.Then the neighborhood is school and John,the creepy dropout guy is teaching.And it isn't cool because the cool kids stay in school,where the other cool kids tell them them how hot they areand they wouldn't want to miss a dance for cutting.Kids who skip school were never cool or hot butalready dumped into the trashcan with leftover lunch pizza,bruised into a locker, asking their parents for extra lunch moneyso they can smoke and act like they never cared anyway.And skipping school's not cool but it is schoolbecause that's where they learn what the uncool learnabout life and dying.

God,is there no faith left?He has not told. I would not know Him if I saw Him.

Nothing restricts your peace and happiness more than your limiting self-beliefs and fears.

There is, after all, no pleasure like that given by a woman who really wants to see you.

Tom leaned in and spoke in a low, confidential voice, "Sir. You have a little something..." He lifted his forefinger surreptitiously to his own upper lip. Harrison brought his hand to his mustache to brush something off it, his eyes questioning. "What is it?""Carpet remnant?" Tom suggested.

One of the great failings of the American education system (in our view) is that young people can graduate from university without any understanding of poverty at home or abroad.

I took my line straight away. I knew I was staking everything, but I jumped there and then. "We're on absolutely the biggest thing that has ever been invented," I said, and put the accent on "we." "If you want to keep me out of this, you'll have to do it with a gun. I'm coming down to be your fourth labourer to-morrow.

It’s a slow sultry song. She opens her mouth and what comes out can only be described as dripping with sex. The climax of the song comes and the college boys are cat calling her but she doesn't seem to notice at all. She’s completely in the song, eyes half mast, a slight smile on her lips, and hips methodically rolling to the beat. She’s pure sex and every male in the bar is thinking the same thing I am. What would she be like in my bed. She absent mindedly trails her hand from her collarbone down between her breasts to her belly. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My jeans instantly get too tight in the crotch and I adjust myself discreetly while everyone’s eyes are still on her.

He had existed for a long time and was fluent in many languages - most of them…dead ones.

Beware of wolves in sheep's clothing, for they will feed you delicious morsels that they may later feast upon your tender flesh.

…depressive realism. Depression is not the near death experience described by so many, [Kayla Dunn] suggests, but a rebirth in which the new psyche has removed self-delusion. Compared with so-called healthy individuals, depressives are more realistic in their worldview.

Love is more than blind. It's brain-dead.

Don’t make your life complicated. Adapt to every circumstance.

Things don't always go as planned, but it's when you make a plan out of the unplanned and make the best of the unlikely things In life.

But then again, impossible never became rumour, did it?

Words are very powerful," Miss Possibelf said, stepping lightly between the rows of desk. "And they take on more power the more they're spok

When the noise is gone, and the air is still . . .prepare for survival.

Choice is the doorway to our creative power. To unleash this power, we must begin from the state of beingness.

I admit. I have the tendency of blanking family, friends and acquaintances when they justify their behaviors and deny any negative feedback; I refuse to invest my time in premeditated resentments.

No matter what, my chest always tightens up before a race. A rush of adrenaline spikes all the way down my spine, and it's like I'm right there. Right on top of Kali, squeezed in that metal stall, looking out at the dirt with my heart in my throat. The starter opens the gates, and the bell rings.