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You live it forward, but understand it backward. It is only when you stop and look to the rear that you see the corpse caught under your wheel.
We are all fixing what is broken. It is the task of a lifetime. We'll leave much unfinished for the next generation.
Born in Africa, living in exile in America, then returning at last to Africa, I am proof that geography is destiny.
I hear the high-pitched humming of the stars and I feel exultant, thankful for my insignificant place in
the galaxy
When you win, you often lose, that's just a fact.
somatization was what Ghosh said the experts called this phenomenon. Psychic distress was projected onto a body part, because culturally it was the way to express that kind of suffering.
Medicine. Though expensive to mail, it was better than any prospectus. Donors,
The key to your happiness is to own your slippers, own who you are, own how you look, own your family, own the talents you have, and own the ones you don't. If you keep saying your slippers aren't yours, then you'll die searching, you'll die bitter, always feeling you were promised more. Not only our actions, but also our omissions, become our destiny“
Your job is to preserve yourself, not to descend into their hole. It's a relief when you arrive at this place, the point of absurdity, because then you are free, you know you owe them nothing.
To imagine Christ's suffering allowed
To imagine Christ's suffering allowed her to live with hers. Blessed are the meek.
waxy complexion, the swollen parotids,
the loss of the outer third of the eyebrows, and the puffy eyelids of
red palms, the starburst of capillaries on cheek and neck, the womanly breasts, and the absence of armpit hair. His
illusion des soises—That is me, but it is not me.
have excised the cancer from my past, cut it out; I have crossed the high plains, descended into the desert, traversed oceans, and planted my feet in new soil; I have been the apprentice, paid my dues, and have just become master of my ship. But when I look down, why do I see the ancient, tarred, mud-stained slippers that I buried at the start of the journey
But when I look down, why do I see the ancient, tarred, mud-stained slippers that I buried at the start of the journey
still stuck to my feet?