I wore it, this careless thing you don't even remember giving to me from your bag. It wasn't a gift, this thing I'm returning. It was barely a gesture, almost forgotten already, this thing I wore like it was dear to me. And it was. No wonder we broke up.
I know you can't see it, not you, Ed, but maybe if I tell you the whole plot you'll understand it this once, because even now I want you to see it. I don't love you anymore, of course I don't, but there's still something I can show you. You know I want to be a director, but you never truly see the movies in my head and that, Ed, is why we broke up.
One source of frustration in the workplace is the frequent mismatch between what people must do and what people can do. When what they must do exceeds their capabilities, the result is anxiety. When what they must do falls short of their capabilities, the result is boredom. But when the match is just right, the results can be glorious. This is the essence of flow.
How could I know a famished heart will eat its mind? Can kill its body?
Eyes open, then,' I say, tapping the skin between my eyebrows. I don't really need her eyes to be on mine, but I feel better when they are.
Eventually, though, I came to the conclusion that I was the male equivalent of a Toyota Camry. You know: No one ever says, 'I have to have a Toyota Camry.' But most people who spend some time in a Camry start to like it. 'It's pretty reliable,' they think. 'It doesn't have a lot of problems, and it's not bad to look at. You know what? I'd probably prefer a nicer car. But I can live with a Camry.
I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade.
Four days will quickly steep themselves in nights; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow new bent in heaven, shall behold the night of our solemnities.
While complying can be an effective strategy for physical survival, it's a lousy one for personal fulfillment. Living a satisfying life requires more than simply meeting the demands of those in control. Yet in our offices and our classrooms we have way too much compliance and way too little engagement. The former might get you through the day, but only the latter will get you through the night.
Control leads to compliance; autonomy leads to engagement.
The ties that bind us are stronger than the occasional stresses that separate us.
The light works,' he said, indicating the window, 'the gravity works,' he said, dropping a pencil on the floor. 'Anything else we have to take our chances with.
Men! She could not understand why so many women feared them. Hadn't the gods made them with the most vurnerable part of their guts hanging right out of their bodies, like a misplaced bit of bowel? Kick them there and they curled up like snails. Caress them there and their brains melted.
He seemed to be at that most dangerous of ages, where strength, skill, and confidence met naГЇvetГ© and idealism; when young men skilled at the crafts of violence could be manipulated into employing those skills with brutal efficiency--and without questions.
The capacity to get free is nothing; the capacity to be free is the task.
Sometimes it's the tiniest things that can mean the difference between life and death.
I don't know what I'd do without you. There's no one else to look after me. And it's not just that. I sometimes think you're the only person who really knows me. I only feel normal when I'm with you.
Your temperature's normal, though I'd say it's the only thing about you that is.
