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Passion is for holidays, not homecoming.
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Passion is for holidays, not homecoming.
Schiller writes in a letter [to Goethe, 17 December 1795] of a'poetic mood'. I think I know what he means, I think I am familiar with it myself. It is the mood of receptivity to nature and one in which one's thoughts seem as vivid as nature itself.
I stand in awe of my body.
I can't get no satisfaction.
My mood, I say, was one of exaltation. I felt as a seeing man might do, with padded feet and noiseless clothes, in a city of the blind. I experienced a wild impulse to jest, to startle people, to clap men on the back, fling people's hats astray, and generally revel in my extraordinary advantage.
She hoped that Tin Win would learn what she had learned over the years: that there are wounds time does not heal, though it can reduce them to a manageable size.
Arms alone can give the world no permanent peace, no confident security. Arms are solely for defense, to protect from violent assault what we already have. They are only a costly insurance. They cannot add to human progress.
Can you imagine how terrible it is when you've got everything and you're still desperately lonely? That is awful beyond words.
I'm so powerful on stage that I seem to have created a monster. When I'm performing I'm an extrovert, yet inside I'm a completely different man.
The best of us must sometimes eat our words.
I don't feel the least humble before the vastness of the heavens.