I know my vision is impaired and cannot be trusted with even the simplest tasks, much less dating. Not that Ive come within talon distance of a man.
When you can’t tell the truth, tell *a* truth.
There might be a deceptive tendency to believe that a life born into a world of plenty should be better, more really a life than one which consists in a struggle against scarcity.
Don’t let out your true behaviour in the public, even if you were born nasty, make others feel you were well bred.
Refusal to accept the truth is denial of divine self.
How can I grieve what is still in motion?” I ask her. “Shoes are still dropping all over the place. Im not kidding,” I say. “Its Normandy out there.
A man who lacks understanding is susceptible to deception
To deceive oneself is worse than to deceive others.” These harsh words pierced me to the core.
I wanted to get away from him before he led me into talking, before he made me feel angry, or grieved, or jealous all over again. I did not want to feel anything for him, not desire, not resentment. I wanted to be cold to him, so I turned on my heel and started to walk away.
You can’t separate desperate politicians from violence and trouble.