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| 9be36ab | The intelligent want self-control; children want candy. --RUMI INTRODUCTION Welcome to Willpower 101 Whenever I mention that I teach a course on willpower, the nearly universal response is, "Oh, that's what I need." Now more than ever, people realize that willpower--the ability to control their attention, emotions, and desires--influences their physical health, financial security, relationships, and professional success. We all know this. W.. | Kelly McGonigal | ||
| 6635581 | Traumatic events challenge an individual's view of the world as a just, safe and predictable place. Traumas that are caused by human behavior. . . commonly have more psychological impact than those caused by nature. | just-world psychological-trauma ptsd sense-of-safety trauma trauma-survivors traumatic-experiences traumatized world-view | American Psychological Association | |
| f62d9f8 | On the way home I absently minded (you know what I mean) went through a stop sign in Hyannis so of course there was a police car to apprehend me. A soft answer turnethed away wrath, fortunately. | kindness speeding | Edward Gorey | |
| bf53bc8 | That small world, like the great one out of doors, had the capacity of easily forgetting its dead; and when the cook had said she was a quiet-tempered lady, and the housekeeper had said it was the common lot, and the butler had said who'd have thought it, and the housemaid had said she couldn't hardly believe it, and the footman had said it seemed exactly like a dream, they had quite worn the subject out, and began to think their mourning w.. | mourning | Charles Dickens | |
| 72cb070 | I found another girl to pose for Myrto and then I didn't think about Rafaela much, not until a spring day years later. Or rather, I thought about her with an occasional, impersonal pang. Have you ever had a favorite cafe close? It was like that. | Ellis Avery | ||
| 9daf1f9 | Like many of the kids I write about, I once was a runaway myself--and a few (but not all) of the other writers in the series also come from troubled backgrounds. That early experience influences my fiction, no doubt, but I don't think it's necessary to come from such a background in order to write a good Bordertown tale. To me, "running away to Bordertown" is as much a metaphorical act as an actual one. These tales aren't just for kids who .. | writing | Terri Windling | |
| 81b5535 | I've been very influenced by folklore, fairy tales, and folk ballads, so I love all the classic works based on these things -- like 's 19th century fairy stories, the fairy poetry of , and 's splendid book . (I think that particular book of hers wasn't published until the 1970s, not long before her death, but she was an English writer popular in the middle decades of the 20th century.) I'm also a big Pre-Raphaelite fan, so I love earl.. | fairy-tales folk-ballads folklore influences pre-raphaelite reading | Terri Windling | |
| fb1b8ff | I find myself most drawn to: art that has arisen from a deeply personal conversation between the artist and the work at hand. It is art that walks perilously close to the Edge, that crosses the river of blood into Faerie, that flies so high it is scorched by the sun, and then returns to tell the tale to us. It is art that | artists creating creative inspirational making | Terri Windling | |
| 5cd26bb | Come on, Gray," another sailor called. "Just one toast." Miss Turner raised her eyebrows and leaned into him. "Come on, Mr. Grayson. Just one little toast," she taunted, in the breathy, seductive voice of a harlot. It was a voice his body knew well, and vital parts of him were quickly forming a response. "Very well." He lifted his mug and his voice, all the while staring into her wide, glassy eyes. "To the most beautiful lady in the world, .. | Tessa Dare | ||
| de4fa6e | Is that not the whole point of gaining experience, to use it to make wiser choices, to temper destructive instincts, to find better resolutions? | R.A. Salvatore | ||
| 56373d2 | Truth, though, is nothing in the face of self-falsehood, and principles are of no value if the idealist cannot live up to his own standards. | R.A. Salvatore | ||
| b00233f | There is no greater shackle than self-deception. A man who denies his heart, either through fear of personal consequence--whether regarding physical jeopardy, or self-doubt, or simply of being ostracized--is not free. To go against your values and tenets, against that which you know is right and true, creates a prison stronger than adamantine bars and thick stone walls. | R.A. Salvatore | ||
| 7346bc0 | There is a fine line between friendship and parenting, and when that line is crossed, the result is often disastrous. A parent who strives to make a true friend of his or her child may well sacrifice authority, and though that parent may be comfortable with surrendering the dominant position, the unintentional result will be to steal from that child the necessary guidance and, more importantly, the sense of security the parent is supposed t.. | R.A. Salvatore | ||
| 6ac8b21 | In the course of events, you do what you think is right and proper, and hold faith that such a course will lead to good ends. To believe less ... if this is what I truly hold in my heart and proclaim, then what a coward I would be to deny such a course out of fear, any fear, | R.A. Salvatore | ||
| cf0ca0e | Loss of empathy might well be the most enduring and deep cutting scar of all, the silent blade of an unseen enemy, cutting at our hearts and stealing more than our strength; stealing our will. For what are we without empathy? What manner of joy might we find in our lives if we cannot understand the joys and pains of those around us? | R.A. Salvatore | ||
| dd76967 | What is it about your race that none of you can seem to properly weigh your own value? Every human seems to think more of herself than she should, or less of herself than is sensible! | value | R.A. Salvatore | |
| fa96e96 | Drizzt felt the despair most keenly. For all the trials of his hard life, the drow had held faith for ultimate justice. He had believed, though he never dared to admit it, that his unyielding faith in his precious principles would bring him the reward her deserved. Now, there was this, a struggle that could only end in death, where one victory brought only more conflict. | faith principles | R.A. Salvatore | |
| 59778ea | When you live with death so close, you come to appreciate life all the more. | R.A. Salvatore | ||
| 7ee1cae | There have been many times in my life when I have felt helpless. It is perhaps the most acute pain a person can know, founded in frustration and ventless rage. The nick of sword upon a battling soldier's arm cannot compare to the anguish a prisoner feels at the crack of a whip. Even if the whip does not strike the helpless prisoner's body, it surely cuts deeply at his soul. We all are prisoners at one time or another in our lives, prisoners.. | forgotten-realms r-a-salvatore | R.A. Salvatore | |
| a7cee3d | In the heart, there is no sting greater than watching the struggles of one you love, knowing that only through such strife will that person grow and recognize the potential of his or her existence. | R.A. Salvatore | ||
| ceebd3f | All of his life had been filled with crashing ends to promising beginnings. | life | R.A. Salvatore | |
| c79717b | and a third had died in his bunk of natural causes - for a dagger in the heart quite naturally ends one's life. | R.A. Salvatore | ||
| fad7721 | He was born a slave, but he was not born to be a slave. | R.A. Salvatore | ||
| 141ccb6 | The finest leaders are those who listen more than they talk. | R.A. Salvatore | ||
| 48149f1 | A day doesn't go by when I don't look at them, she said. I can't have them up on the kitchen refrigerator or in a frame in the bedroom--I just can't do it, I just can't run into them casually when I'm supposed to be doing something else--but I also can't last a day without seeing them. Visiting with them when I am alone in the house. | remembrance | Chris Bohjalian | |
| 68d660c | A profound dislike for merely absorbing knowledge and a strong compulsion to learn by doing is one of the most reliable signs of genius. | Sylvia Nasar | ||
| 1fe5eca | Fermat's assertion that if n is any whole number and p any prime, then n multiplied by itself p times minus n is divisible by p. | Sylvia Nasar | ||
| f6365f4 | his condition in Roanoke is a strong testament that lassitude, indifference and the peculiarities of his thought were primarily the consequences of his illness and not of the early attempts to treat it. The popular view that anti-psychotics were chemical straight jackets that suppressed clear thinking and voluntary activity seems not to be borne out in Nash's case. If anything, the only periods when he was relatively free of hallucinations.. | mental-health mental-illness | Sylvia Nasar | |
| 49032c3 | A problem is simply the difference between what one has and what one wants. | Edward de Bono | ||
| aacf1b9 | cherish what you have, for in an instant it can be gone. And when it's gone, let the memory not be a weight that drags you down, but a bright light leading you forward. | Juliet Marillier | ||
| f107f19 | I did not want to cry any more. Instead I felt hollow, empty, as if all the meaning had been sucked out of me and I was drifting, light as a skeleton leaf, at the mercy of the four winds. I was drained of tears. | Juliet Marillier | ||
| c6139c0 | How could you live without human touch? Wasn't that the first thing you knew, when you came into the world and they laid you on your mother's belly? Her hand would come across and stroke your back, and cup your head, and she would smile through tears of exhaustion and wonderment. That touch of love would be the very first thing for you. | Juliet Marillier | ||
| 5bc8c5d | It is frightening, how one lie is just the first strand in an ever increasing fabric of untruth. And once this fabric is woven, it is very hard to unravel. | Juliet Marillier | ||
| 68f84d8 | But if you remove a tyrant in anything other than an open and visible way, another tyrant soon stands up to replace him. | Juliet Marillier | ||
| 686e3d0 | That's lovely singing, Saraid," Eile said. "Is Sorry asleep now?" Saraid shook her head solemnly. "Sorry's sad. Crying." She held the doll against her shoulder, patting its back. "Oh. Why is she sad?" "Sorry wants Feeler come back." It was like a punch in the gut. She had thought Saraid had forgotten him; she had assumed new friends and a safe haven would drive the memories of that long journey across country, just the three of them, fro.. | Juliet Marillier | ||
| b81254c | About happy endings. Folk like a story to finish well. Doesn't matter if that's true to life or not. Helps to hear about folk being content. About good folk getting what they deserve. While you're listening you can believe, for a bit, that you're good too. Worth a happy ending. | Juliet Marillier | ||
| 68957ad | But some things did not change... Courage, for instance. Dedication to a cause. Comradeship. When they were strong and pure, when they came from deep in the bone, those qualities could hold fast against all odds. | courage dedication inspirational | Juliet Marillier | |
| e2df435 | Can this be love that twists and tears the heart so? Does love give nothing but the power to hurt each other? Is this what makes the simplest touch blend longing and terror in equal measure? Whatever this is, it feels like a mortal wound. | Juliet Marillier | ||
| 90f00ca | You are a devious woman, Blackthorn,' she said. 'I prefer the term strategic thinker. | leader women | Juliet Marillier | |
| 13e9ad1 | My response came without thinking. I made a gesture that said, . And when he held out his hand to help me up the bank, I took it without flinching, as I had done once before in a torrential downpour, when that hand had been my only grip on reality in a flight from death. I trusted him. He was a Briton, and I trusted him. | Juliet Marillier | ||
| b769edb | The future was in our own hands. If we wanted a world where such things were possible, it was for us to make it. | change choice future world | Juliet Marillier | |
| ab5a903 | Seven years of this and I'll have lost whatever edge I once had," I said. "I'll have turned into one of those well-fed countrywomen who pride themselves on making better preserves then their neighbors, and give all their chickens names." | Juliet Marillier | ||
| 32862b5 | I had less control over my thoughts than I'd have liked. The little ring hung around my neck, under my gown, where nobody could see it. When I was alone, I took it out sometimes, wondering how he had judged the size, with nothing but my swollen, knotted fingers to go by. Wondering if my hands would ever be as they once were, small, white, and fine. By the time that happened, if it ever did, I would be long gone from here. I would have left .. | Juliet Marillier | ||
| 3addbcc | Love grows like a dance, my lamb. It is a series of steps, a string of decisions both you and Solomon will make. Sometimes, when Solomon withdraws, you must pursue him, while other times you must step back and let him return to you." His tears glistened in the moonlight. "Remember, a man's character is defined by more than a single decision, and love is made of more than a single step. Keep listening to Jehovah. He will set the tempo of you.. | Mesu Andrews |