Tell me, who in this life, were never guided in course of their realization of their goal?
THE BROKEN HEART STILL HAS HEART BEATS. THOUGH YOU MAY FEEL LIKE DEATH, YOU ARE STRONGER THAN YOU THINK!
The only way to know is to learn, relearn and unlearn.
I didn’t want any degrees if all the ill-read literates and radio announcers and pedagogical dummies I knew had them by the peck.
Rather than swallowing our pride and simply asking what we do not know, we choose to fill in the blanks ourselves and later become humbled. Wisdom was often, in its youth, proven foolish, and ones humiliated were meant to become wise.
I was not use to that kind of hunger, even as a poor college student.
Personal conviction held always in life that it is better to spend a few minutes in Bathroom or Lavatory than many hours in a Laboratory or Library for the novelty in idea generation and incubation.
…I realized how naive I was. My aunt Tina was right: this stuff does exist, and it does hurt people, and although there are lots of people at Liberty who condemn violence against gays–including Dr. Falwell himself–the number of students who want to give them the Goliath treatment isn’t zero. In fact, the number who live in my room isn’t zero.
She’d always pictured her future self as a lone wolf traveling around the world, ensnaring romantic conquests and achieving her wildest and most ambitious goals. She didn’t think that at nineteen she would be so dependent on other people; she pictured herself as an autonomous and untouchable force that occasionally flitted back home to show off her new feathers before flying away to her life that was much more exciting than theirs.
Wisdom is nothing more than confirmed imagination: just because one did not study for his exam does not mean that he should leave it blank.
