Sometimes you just have to trust your instincts; it may be all you have to trust.
He was handsome and strong, but somehow that wasn’t enough for him. He also felt the need to be tough and inured to hardship… But how was he to come by that quality in this luminous garden, where all manner of fruit was to be had for the picking?
The struggle hurts now but will be sweet in times of retrospect.
Do not feel surprise at being schooled amid toil: you are being schooled for a wondrous destiny.
I’ve figured out why they call it a trial. Because you try all you can to pull through it.
When people are facing real hardships in their lives, they have no time to invent imaginary ones.
Humans don’t mind hardship, in fact they thrive on it; what they mind is not feeling necessary. Modern society has perfected the art of making people not feel necessary.
Nor have I any idea why Said should consider Orwell’s life a ‘comfortable’ one. Having taken a bullet through the throat, and while suffering from a demoralising and ultimately lethal case of TB, he lived on an astonishingly low budget and tried whenever possible to grow his own food and even to make his own furniture. Indeed, if there was anything affected about him, it might be his indifference to bourgeois life, his almost ostentatious austerity.
The scar will remain, but it is better for a man to lose both arms than his soul; and these hard years, instead of being lost, may be made the most precious of your lives, if they teach you to rule yourselves.
Before I was married, I thought the sound of bangles jangling on my forearms would be delightful. I looked forward to being able to wear bells around my ankles and silver necklaces around my neck, but not any more, not since I had learned what they represented for the man who gave them. A necklace was no prettier than a piece of of rope that ties a goat to a tree, depriving it of freedom.