Brunt Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
i-am-often-the-brunt-of-my-own-humor
the-people-sometimes-who-are-closest-to-us-are-ones-who-bear-brunt-our-frustration
there-is-one-thing-alone-that-stands-the-brunt-of-life-throughout-its-course-a-quiet-conscience
i-dont-mind-being-brunt-joke-long-as-its-good-one
to-me-it-is-one-world-nonhuman-animals-bear-brunt-oppression-suffering-ingrid-newkirk
our-family-has-gone-through-difficult-time-my-husband-i-have-taken-brunt-it-ive-never-known-what-it-truly-felt-like-to-be-sad-desperate-inside-tracey-gold
im-always-annoyed-about-why-black-people-have-to-bear-brunt-everybody-elses-contempt-if-we-are-not-totally-understanding-smiling-suddenly-were-toni-morrison
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even-best-community-organizations-faithbased-initiatives-extraordinary-charity-americans-across-country-cant-carry-brunt-eliminating-poverty-irwin-redlener
rebukes-are-easy-from-our-betters-from-men-quality-lettersbut-when-low-dunces-will-affrontwhat-man-alive-can-stand-brunt-jonathan-swift
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no-let-me-taste-whole-it-fare-like-my-peers-the-heroes-old-bear-brunt-in-minute-pay-glad-lifes-arrears-of-pain-darkness-cold-robert-browning
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my-position-in-family-turned-out-to-be-lucky-one-i-bore-neither-brunt-my-mothers-newness-to-parenthood-nor-force-her-middle-aged-traumas-as-my-younger-sister-ruth-did
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for-we-cannot-tarry-here-we-must-march-my-darlings-we-must-bear-brunt-danger-we-youthful-sinewy-races-all-rest-on-us-depend-pioneers-o-pioneers-walt-whitman
luckily-i-am-privileged-feel-lucky-to-be-getting-work-my-kiddies-are-not-feeling-brunt-any-kind-horror-thats-going-on-today-so-im-super-lucky-johnny-depp
we-always-feel-brunt-blow-dealt-to-us-but-hardly-ever-do-we-feel-impact-we-have-on-others-why-is-that-richelle-e-goodrich
my-issue-with-state-women-became-incredibly-stimulated-when-i-was-visiting-developing-countries-it-became-obvious-that-women-bore-brunt-many-annie-lennox
ive-spent-my-fortune-tarnished-my-public-view-made-myself-brunt-punch-line-after-punch-line
the-trees-down-boulevard-stand-naked-in-thought-their-abundant-summery-wordage-silenced-caught-in-grim-undertow-naked-trees-confront-implacable-d-h-lawrence
have-you-ever-played-chess-kitty-i-eyed-her-what-did-board-game-have-to-do-with-this-not-really-you-i-should-play-sometime-i-think-you-would-like-it-she-said-its-game-strategy-mo
does-rough-weather-choose-men-over-women-does-sun-beat-on-men-leaving-women-nice-cool-nyawira-asked-rather-sharply-women-bear-brunt-poverty-what-choices-does-woman-have-in-life-e
Everybody tries to protect this vulnerable two three four five six seven eight year old inside, and to acquire skills and aptitudes for dealing with the situations that threaten to overwhelm it... Usually, that child is a wretchedly isolated undeveloped little being. It's been protected by the efficient armour, it's never participated in life, it's never been exposed to living and to managing the person's affairs, it's never been given responsibility for taking the brunt. And it's never properly lived. That's how it is in almost everybody. And that little creature is sitting there, behind the armour, peering through the slits. And in its own self, it is still unprotected, incapable, inexperienced... And in fact, that child is the only real thing in them. It's their humanity, their real individuality, the one that can't understand why it was born and that knows it will have to die, in no matter how crowded a place, quite on its own. That's the carrier of all the living qualities. It's the centre of all the possible magic and revelation. What doesn't come out of that creature isn't worth having, or it's worth having only as a tool-for that creature to use and turn to account and make meaningful... And so, wherever life takes it by surprise, and suddenly the artificial self of adaptations proves inadequate, and fails to ward off the invasion of raw experience, that inner self is thrown into the front line-unprepared, with all its childhood terrors round its ears. And yet that's the moment it wants. That's where it comes alive-even if only to be overwhelmed and bewildered and hurt. And that's where it calls up its own resources-not artificial aids, picked up outside, but real inner resources, real biological ability to cope, and to turn to account, and to enjoy. That's the paradox: the only time most people feel alive is when they're suffering, when something overwhelms their ordinary, careful armour, and the naked child is flung out onto the world. That's why the things that are worst to undergo are best to remember. But when that child gets buried away under their adaptive and protective shells-he becomes one of the walking dead, a monster. So when you realise you've gone a few weeks and haven't felt that awful struggle of your childish self-struggling to lift itself out of its inadequacy and incompetence-you'll know you've gone some weeks without meeting new challenge, and without growing, and that you've gone some weeks towards losing touch with yourself.

Ted Hughes
everybody-tries-to-protect-this-vulnerable-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-year-old-inside-to-acquire-skills-aptitudes-for-dealing-with-situations-that-threaten-to-overwhelm-
I landed on my side, my hip taking the brunt of the fall. It burned and stung from the hit, but I ignored it and struggled to sit up quickly. There really was no point in hurrying so no one would see. Everyone already saw A pair of jean-clad legs appeared before me, and my suitcase and all my other stuff was dropped nearby. "Whatcha doing down there?" Romeo drawled, his hands on his hips as he stared down at me with dancing blue eyes. "Making a snow angel, " I quipped. I glanced down at my hands, which were covered with wet snow and bits of salt (to keep the pavement from getting icy). Clearly, ice wasn't required for me to fall. A small group of girls just "happened by", and by that I mean they'd been staring at Romeo with puppy dog eyes and giving me the stink eye. When I fell, they took it as an opportunity to descend like buzzards stalking the dead. Their leader was the girl who approached me the very first day I'd worn Romeo's hoodie around campus and told me he'd get bored. As they stalked closer, looking like clones from the movie Mean Girls, I caught the calculating look in her eyes. This wasn't going to be good. I pushed up off the ground so I wouldn't feel so vulnerable, but the new snow was slick and my hand slid right out from under me and I fell back again. Romeo was there immediately, the teasing light in his eyes gone as he slid his hand around my back and started to pull me up. "Careful, babe." he said gently. The girls were behind him so I knew he hadn't seen them approach. They stopped as one unit, and I braced myself for whatever their leader was about to say. She was wearing painted-on skinny jeans (I mean, really, how did she sit down and still breathe?) and some designer coat with a monogrammed scarf draped fashionably around her neck. Her boots were high-heeled, made of suede and laced up the back with contrasting ribbon. "Wow, " she said, opening her perfectly painted pink lips. "I saw that from way over there. That sure looked like it hurt." She said it fairly amicably, but anyone who could see the twist to her mouth as she said it would know better. Romeo paused in lifting me to my feet. I felt his eyes on me. Then his lips thinned as he turned and looked over his shoulder. "Ladies, " he said like he was greeting a group of welcomed friends. Annoyance prickled my stomach like tiny needles stabbing me. It's not that I wanted him to be rude, but did he have to sound so welcoming? "Romeo, " Cruella DeBarbie (I don't know her real name, but this one fit) purred. "Haven't you grown bored of this clumsy mule yet?" Unable to stop myself, I gasped and jumped up to my feet. If she wanted to call me a mule, I'd show her just how much of an ass I could be. Romeo brought his arm out and stopped me from marching past. I collided into him, and if his fingers hadn't knowingly grabbed hold to steady me, I'd have fallen again. "Actually, " Romeo said, his voice calm, "I am pretty bored." Three smirks were sent my way. What a bunch of idiots. "The view from where I'm standing sure leaves a lot to be desired." One by one, their eyes rounded when they realized the view he referenced was them. Without another word, he pivoted around and looked down at me, his gaze going soft. "No need to make snow angels, baby, " he said loud enough for the slack-jawed buzzards to hear. "You already look like one standing here with all that snow in your hair." Before I could say a word, he picked me up and fastened his mouth to mine. My legs wound around his waist without thought, and I kissed him back as gentle snow fell against our faces.

Cambria Hebert
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