Holding on to anger, resentment and hurt only gives you tense muscles, a headache and a sore jaw from clenching your teeth. Forgiveness gives you back the laughter and the lightness in your life.
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You and me, we used to talk Like a river underground, the sewer where we used to walk. The hole at the end empties out to the pier Where paperboats disappear Me, I try to send this note, Float it like a paper boat, But paper sinks and words are weak. I try but I don't speak Join together in the silent snow Turn our faces up to see Not endless night, but day A pier And you and me, talking.
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Many people I know in Los Angeles believe that the Sixties ended abruptly on August 9, 1969, ended at the exact moment when word of the murders on Cielo Drive traveled like brushfire through the community, and in a sense this is true. The tension broke that day. The paranoia was fulfilled.
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Christmas The very word brings joy to our hearts. No matter how we may dread the rush, the long Christmas lists for gifts and cards to be bought and given--when Christmas Day comes there is still the same warm feeling we had as children, the same warmth that enfolds our hearts and our homes.
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Death affords those who are left an opportunity to reevaluate everything. And though we would give all we have to defer that opportunity, it exists anyway. It allows us to see the flimsiness of our expectations, to realize there is not expectation without disappointment; it allows us the possibility to being more sensitive, more vulnerable, to let others support us, and to notice the integrity and love often left unobserved in life's fast pace. Mainly, it gives us the chance to live life in the present.
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A pool is, for many of us in the West, a symbol not of affluence but of order, of control over the uncontrollable. A pool is water, made available and useful, and is, as such, infinitely soothing to the western eye.
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All my games were political games I was, like Joan of Arc, perpetually being burned at the stake.
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The fancy that extraterrestrial life is by definition of a higher order than our own is one that soothes all children, and many writers.
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The question is not whether we will die, but how we will live.
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Dont talk to me about Valentines Day. At my age an affair of the heart is a bypass!
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We were that generation called silent, but we were silent neither, as some thought, because we shared the period's official optimism nor, as others thought, because we feared its official repression. We were silent because the exhilaration of social action seemed to many of us just one more way of escaping the personal, of masking for a while that dread of the meaningless which was man's fate.
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You didn't feel there was anything you ever could enjoy again because you really were immersed in death. Other people seemed shallow. You felt...
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According to my sister, the expert novelist Jackie Collins, most men stray. And sex doesn't mean anything to most men. But I wouldn't date a man who slept around. Absolutely not. I've divorced people for that.
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Americans are uneasy with their possessions, guilty about power, all of which is difficult for Europeans to perceive because they are themselves so truly materialistic, so versed in the uses of power.
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When we start deceiving ourselves into thinking not that we want something or need something, not that it is a pragmatic necessity for us to have it, but that it is a moral imperative that we have it, then is when we join the fashionable madmen, and then is when the thin whine of hysteria is heard in the land, and then is when we are in bad trouble.
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Grammar is a piano I play by ear. All I know about grammar is its power.
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I told my mother-in-law that my house was her house, and she said, Get the hell off my property.
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On a wagon bound for market lay a cow with 2 mournful eyes... lay a cow with 2 mournful eyes. (If one passes slaughterhouse trucks on Rt 80 bound for Manhattan or the slaughterhouses of S Phily, in winter, with the freezing wind from mountain passes ripping through the slats, one sees their noses pressed to the bars, and their sad and frightened eyes.)
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She is so hairy, when she lifted up her arm, I thought it was Tina Turner in her armpit.
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Jesus' ministry was clearly defined, and the alternatives to the illusion and temptations of the desert were spelled out. A choice was made--life abundant, full, and free for all. Make no mistake about it, the day that choice was made, Jesus became suspect. That day in the temple he sealed the fate already prepared for him. How was the world to understand one who rejected an offer of power and control
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Even my aunt Joan, hopelessly sentimental about every member of our family, admitted that I was hideous.
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Anger is a symptom, a way of cloaking and expressing feelings too awful to experience directly -- hurt, bitterness, grief and, most of all, fear.
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The first time I see a jogger smiling, I'll consider it.
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If I found her floating in my pool, I'd punish my dog.
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California: The west coast of Iowa.
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My routines come out of total unhappiness. My audiences are my group therapy.
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Some tension is necessary for the soul to grow, and we can put that tension to good use. We can look for every opportunity to give and receive love, to appreciate nature, to heal our wounds and the wounds of others, to forgive, and to serve.
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[Joan has my sympathy, but she's not entirely correct. Those mothers are not indifferent to their responsibilities. Most are hyper-conscious of them. The problem is that we are no longer sure what they are.] Modern parents want a warm and loving relationship with their children, and to be a source of encouragement, comfort and support, ... We want to be friends without children, not remote or frightening authority figures as our own parents may have been.
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If you're coasting, you're either losing momentum or else you're headed downhill.
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The only thing that's been a worse flop than the organization of non-violence has been the organization of violence.
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