Beholden Quotes

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i-go-where-i-want-to-go-i-do-what-i-want-to-do-i-am-beholden-to-no-one-mark-m-derobertis
we-are-all-i-suppose-beholden-to-our-parents-question-is-how-much-jodi-picoult
we-are-much-beholden-to-machiavel-others-that-write-what-men-do-not-what-they-ought-to-do-francis-bacon
you-are-beholden-to-truth-it-is-way-it-is-path-it-is-your-destiny-to-be-true-is-to-be-karen-hackel
its-quite-feeling-to-finish-something-you-have-been-10-years-beholden-to-to-have-clean-slate
in-glare-your-mind-be-modest-and-beholden-to-what-is-tactile-thrilling-mary-oliver
i-think-the-idea-of-creating-a-television-news-source-that-is-not-beholden-to-corporate-interests-is-nirvana
the-congo-free-state-is-unique-in-its-kind-it-has-nothing-to-hide-no-secrets-is-not-beholden-to-anyone-except-its-founder-leopold-ii-belgium
when-leaders-are-no-longer-beholden-to-people-who-elected-them-corruption-results-recruitment-extremists-becomes-easier
i-like-to-be-beholden-to-great-metropolitan-english-speech-sea-which-receives-tributaries-from-every-region-under-heaven-ralph-waldo-emerson
i-am-much-beholden-to-old-age-which-has-increased-my-eagerness-for-conversation-in-proportion-as-it-has-lessened-my-appetites-hunger-thirst-marcus-tullius-cicero
so-what-is-this-feadnach-is-it-another-curse-that-makes-me-beholden-to-slaves-shrews-no-my-lord-it-is-your-heart-difficult-as-it-may-be-to-comprehend-carol-berg
ive-never-believed-that-idol-as-franchise-is-beholden-to-any-individual-because-everybody-said-it-would-die-minute-simon-cowell-left-it-hasnt
i-work-i-dont-need-to-make-rent-through-my-songs-i-think-if-more-people-engaged-with-music-without-needing-it-to-provide-for-their-welfare-youre-not-ian-mackaye
i-can-say-that-i-never-knew-what-joy-was-like-until-i-gave-up-pursuing-happiness-cared-to-live-until-i-chose-to-die-for-these-two-discoveries-i-am-beholden-to-jesus-malcolm-mugge
theyre-still-subject-beholden-to-special-interests-but-at-least-they-have-national-constituency-at-least-they-have-to-think-about-national-mark-shields
i-want-to-know-in-this-day-age-whether-it-is-possible-for-any-candidate-who-is-not-billionaire-who-is-not-beholden-to-billionaire-class-to-be-able-bernie-sanders
one-thing-im-grateful-for-is-sidestepping-usual-venture-capital-private-equity-route-my-friends-who-have-gone-that-way-are-many-times-beholden-to-their-boards-directors-to-sell-i
accepting-federal-funding-undermines-state-sovereignty-as-states-become-beholden-to-federal-requirements-in-order-to-keep-money-flowing
i-completely-identify-with-finding-freedom-in-boundaries-thats-why-i-tend-to-have-more-freedom-when-i-write-nonfiction-over-fiction-because-im-running-up-against-actuality-behold
o-sleep-we-are-beholden-to-thee-sleepthou-bearest-angels-to-us-in-nightsaints-out-heaven-with-palmsseen-by-thy-lightsorrow-is-some-old-tale-that-jean-ingelow
the-removal-saddam-hussein-his-replacement-by-someone-beholden-to-united-states-is-key-part-broader-united-states-strategy-aimed-at-assuring-michael-klare
And one by one, driven to exhaustion, trapped by fence and horses and bewilderment, under an immaculate sky the mythic creatures died. They died not in mercy, not in the majesty which was their due, but as the least of life, accursed of nature. They died in the dust of insult and the spittle of lead. There was more here than profaned the eye or ear or nose or heart. There was more here than mere destruction. The American soul itself was involved, its anthropology. We are born with buffalo blood upon our hands. In the prehistory of us all, the atavistic beasts appear. They graze the plains of our subconscious, they trample through our sleep, and in our dreams we cry out our damnation. We know what we have done, we violent people. We know that no species was created to exterminate another, and the sight of their remnant stirs in us the most profound lust, the most undying hatred, the most inexpiable guilt. A living buffalo mocks us. It has no place or purpose. It is a misbegotten child, a monster with which we cannot live and which we cannot live without. Therefore we slay, and slay again, for while a single buffalo remains, the sin of our fathers, and hence our own, is imperfect. But the slaughter of the buffalo is part of something larger. It is as though the land of Canaan into which we were led was too divine, and until we have done it every violence, until we have despoiled and murdered and dirtied every blessing, until we have erased every reminder of our original rape, until we have washed our hands of the blood of every other, we shall be unappeased. It is as though we are too proud to be beholden to Him. We cannot bear the goodness of God.

Glendon Swarthout
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Our life is like a journey... ' - and so the journey seems to me less an adventure and a foray into unusual realms than a concentrated likeness of our existence: residents of a city, citizens of country, beholden to a class or a social circle, member of a family and clan and entangled by professional duties, by the habits of an 'everyday life' woven from all these circumstances, we often feel too secure, believing our house built for all the future, easily induced to believe in a constancy that makes ageing a problem for one person and each change in external circumstances a catastrophe for another. We forget that this is a process, that the earth is in constant motion and that we too are affected by ebbs and tides, earthquakes and events far beyond our visible and tangible spheres: beggars, kings, figures in the same great game. We forget it for our would-be peace of mind, which then is built on shifting sand. We forget it so as not to fear. And fear makes us stubborn: we call reality only what we can grasp with our hands and what affects us directly, denying the force of the fire that's sweeping our neighbour's house, but not yet ours. War in other countries? Just twelve hours, twelve weeks from our borders? God forbid - the horror that sometimes seizes us, you feel it too when reading history books, time or space, it doesn't matter what lies between us and it. But the journey ever so slightly lifts the veil over the mystery of space - and a city with a magical, unreal name, Samarkand the Golden, Astrakhan or Isfahan, City of Rose Attar, becomes real the instant we set foot there and touch it with our living breath.

Annemarie Schwarzenbach
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