He was ruining it. Five minutes before, he'd looked at her with desire and she'd thought finally. Finally, someone saw her. Finally, someone wanted her and she would know what it was like to be a woman. She would know what it felt like to have another person's hands on her. But now he looked at her with misplaced compassion. As if she were so desperate to get laid she had missed something. As if there was some man waiting in the wings. There wasn't. This was it, her final chance for pleasure and with every question, with every word, he ruined it.
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There was no sense to life, to the structure of things. D.H. Lawrence had known that. You needed love, but not the kind of love most people used and were used up by. Old D.H. had known something. His buddy Huxley was just an intellectual fidget, but what a marvelous one. Better than G.B. Shaw with that hard keel of a mind always scraping bottom, his labored wit finally only a task, a burden on himself, preventing him from really feeling anything, his brilliant speech finally a bore, scraping the mind and the sensibilities. It was good to read them all though. It made you realize that thoughts and words could be fascinating, if finally useless.
I've never been more proud of anyone my whole life. I've seen her go through so many hardships and so many ups and downs and to finally come at the end of the season and finally get her 1,000th point. I think to end with a championship and a win is the best possible reward she could possibly have.
This maybe the year when we finally come face to face with ourselves; finally just lay back and say it-that we are really just a nation of 220 million used car salesmen with all the money we need to buy guns, and no qualms at all about killing anybody else in the world who tries to make us uncomfortable.
Hunter S. Thompson
Before you can live a part of you has to die. You have to let go of what could have been, how you should have acted and what you wish you would have said differently. You have to accept that you can't change the past experiences, opinions of others at that moment in time or outcomes from their choices or yours. When you finally recognize that truth then you will understand the true meaning of forgiveness of yourself and others. From this point you will finally be free.
Shannon L. Alder
During the next 50 years, in countless cycles, in countless entrepreneurial companies, this let's just go and do it mentality will help us finally get off the planet and irreversibly open the space frontier. The capital and tools are finally being placed into the hands of those willing to risk, willing to fail, willing to follow the dreams.
WELL ITS THE STORY OF THE TWO, ALWAYS ON THE MOVE THEY GOT NOTHING LEFT TO LOSE 'CEPT THEIR GUNS AND THEIR WOUNDS NOW THEY'RE CROSSING BORDERS SHERIFF'S POSSE ON THEIR TAIL THEY'D RATHER DIE TOGETHER THAN BE STUCK UP IN A CELL THEY DRANK UP ALL THE WHISKEY AND THEY PARTIED EVERY NIGHT LIKE IT COULD BE THE LAST, THE BOUNTY SAID TO 'SHOOT ON SIGHT' THEY'RE CHASING IN THE SUMMER, KNEW IT CAME WITH A PRICE THEY WOULDN'T STOP RUNNING TIL THEY FOUND THE PARADISE BUT THE SHERIFF FINALLY FOUND THEM WITH HIS EYES SEEING RED SO THE LOVERS HAD TO SHOOT HIM DOWN AND FILL HIM FULL OF LEAD THEY WERE FINALLY FREE TO FIND A PLACE TO LAY THEIR HEAD AND WHEN HE FINALLY DID HE LOOKED AT HER AND HE SAID
Captain! You can't hold them off! I tried! I swear! They've been artificially enhanced, sir! But all the humans died out - there's bones out there by the millions! They were all suffocated by cuteness! The World is full of kiitens, oh the horror! 'My God, ' Hadrian said. "They've finally did it! All those oh-so-cute-my-cuddy-kittens-here's-a-pic bastards! They finally went and did it!
The Revelation was my master's project, and after I finished it, I thought I'd send it off to a publisher and within a year or so be a rich and famous writer. Two years later I finally sold it. For a whopping $4,000. A year after that, it finally came out. Which explains why there are all those terrible jobs on my resume!
That's when I finally got it. I finally understood. It wasn't the thought that counted. It was the actual execution that mattered, the showing up for somebody. The intent behind it wasn't enough. Not for me. Not anymore. It wasn't enough to know that deep down, he loved me. You had to actually say it to somebody, show them you cared. And he just didn't. Not enough.
To be devasted, or to let the truth in, finally, finally, all the way, all the way, all the way, until it fills you with its own strength, with it's own knowledge-that love is light and not darkness, that love that is not good is not wortht of you, that love can only truly be given by those who are ble, those with hearts of quality and with careful hands.
As long as you cling to your self, you will wander right and left, day and night, for thousands of years; and when, after all that effort, you finally open your eyes, you will see your self, through inherent defects, wandering round itself like the ox in a mill; but, if, once freed of your self, you finally get down to work, this door will open to you within two minutes.
Maybe I was crazy to consider it, but I'd always hoped that if I were a good enough girl, if I did everything right, if I said the right things or said nothing at all-I thought my parents would change their minds. I thought they would finally listen when I tried to talk. I thought they would give me a chance. I thought they might finally love me. I always had that stupid hope.
In the power of my newfound strength, I saw clearly-even though I'd been empowered to have my old college finally address my 'horrific trauma, ' make me finally feel heard, this event would never have happened had I not first given myself my own voice, the permission to call my rape rape and not shame. In telling, I forced the school that silenced me, that minimized my trauma, that blamed me for the rape, to finally respect my voice and give me the platform they should have given me in the first place. I did not need the school to call it by its name; I did it myself, and they listened. I was the powerful party that brought the closure and empowerment I'd hoped, in first finding their invitation, that Colorado College would bring.