The best consolation in misfortune or affliction of any kind will be the thought of other people who are in a still worse plight than yourself; and this is a form of consolation open to every one. But what an awful fate this means for mankind as a whole! We are like lambs in a field, disporting themselves under the eye of the butcher, who chooses out first one and then another for his prey.
She was darkness and he was darkness and there had never been anything before this time, only darkness and his lips upon her. She tried to speak and his mouth was over hers again. Suddenly she had a wild thrill such as she had never known; joy, fear, madness, excitement, surrender to arms that were too strong, lips too bruising, fate that moved too fast.
A man who has once perceived, however temporarily and however briefly, what makes greatness of soul, can no longer be happy if he allows himself to be petty, self-seeking, troubled by trivial misfortunes, dreading what fate may have in store for him. The man capable of greatness of soul will open wide the windows of his mind, letting the winds blow freely upon it from every portion of the universe.
Everybody has noticed the way cats stop and loiter in a half-open door. Hasn't everyone said to a cat: for heavens sake why don't you come in? With opportunity half-open in front of them, there are men who have a similar tendency to remain undecided between two solutions, at the risk of being crushed by fate abruptly closing the opportunity. The overprudent, cats as they are, and because they are cats, sometimes run more danger than the bold
For over 1,700 years, the jews have been bewailing their sad fate in that they have been exiled from their homeland, as they call palestine. But gentlemen, did the world give it to them in fee simple, they would at once find some reason for not returning. Why? Because they are vampires, and vampires do not live on vampires. They cannot live only among themselves. They must subsist on christians and other people not of their race.
'when you have a lemon, make a lemonade.' that is what a great educator does. But the fool does the exact opposite. If he finds that life has handed him a lemon, he gives up and says, 'i 'm beaten. It is fate. I haven't got a chance.' then he proceeds to rail against the world and indulge in an orgy of self-pity .
Love has no middle term; either it destroys, or it saves. All human destiny is this dilemma. This dilemma, destruction or salvation, no fate proposes more inexorably than love. Love is life, if it is not death. Cradle; coffin, too. The same sentiment says yes and no in the human heart. Of all the things god has made, the human heart is the one that sheds most light, and alas! Most night.
Well, marriage doesn't function in the way it used to in terms of deciding our fate, but it's in our heads, and it determines a lot of our actions. Like, right now, if you think about gay marriage - and they just started having the first gay marriages in new york - it shows what a potent idea marriage remains for people.
O friend, my bosom said,through thee alone the sky is arched.Through thee the rose is red;all things through thee take nobler form,and look beyond the earth,the mill-round of our fate appearsa sun-path in thy worth.Me too thy nobleness has taughtto master my despair;the fountains of my hidden lifeare through thy friendship fair.
And often he who has chosen the fate of the artist because he felt himself to be different soon realizes that he can maintain neither his art nor his difference unless he admits that he is like the others. The artist forges himself to the others, midway between the beauty he cannot do without and the community he cannot tear himself away from.
But i still wonder how it was possible, in those graceless years of transition, long ago, that men did not see whither they were going, and went on, in blindness and cowardice, to their fate. I wonder, for it is hard for me to conceive how men who knew the word "i," could give it up and not know what they lost. But such has been the story, for i have lived in the city of the damned, and i know what horror men permitted to be brought upon them.
Of course, we [ with edward herman] have a purpose: namely, to encourage readers to undertake what might be called "a course in intellectual self-defense," and to suggest ways to proceed; in other words, to help people undermine the dedicated efforts to "manufacture consent" and to turn them into passive objects rather than agents who control their own fate.
Yes, i know what passion would fill me with all its power. Before, i was too young. I got in the way. Now i know that acting and loving and suffering is living, of course, but its only living insofar as you can be transparent and accept your fate, like the unique reflection of a rainbow of joys and passions which is the same for everyone.