Appreciate the kind of people who lose ourselves in life. The actual experience of the world We valuably know, is everywhere because we continuously delight in life.

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Appreciate the kind of people who lose ourselves in life. The actual experience of the world We valuably know, is everywhere because we continuously delight in life.

I think it is worth pausing to consider - we slip into the undisciplined habit of judging character as worth.

Shut out the world and discover the wholeness of self.

We are in danger of mistaking creative intelligence as neurotic inconsistency.

The female form is fated to male-defined vision. She must deconstruct the self the individuality to ultimately represent the subversive feminine symbol.

I suppose this world is really cruel, and love well, I know all which love could do. Why do you refuse to see it yourself?

Her story begins quite naturally, where she is a sullen and friendless ugly duckling. Poor, plain and invisible. The plight of all Cinderellas.

My life force is a dreary November night. The rain against the panes my candle nearly burnt out, the glimmer infusing life into me. People did not understand I was borne into the darkness of the night.

The worthless truth about the world is that God is the meaning of life instead of other human beings.

You are an empty shell without values.
