This site is dedicated to the memory of Dr. Alan William Smolowe who gave birth to the creation of this database.
O, call back yesterday, did time return, And thou shalt have twelve thousand fighting men! To-day, to-day, unhappy day too late, O'erthrows thy joys, friends, fortune, and thy state; For all the Welshmen, hearing thou wert dead, Are gone to Bolingbroke, dispersed, and fled.
Attention | Ends | Men | Music | Taste | Truth | Words | Youth | Youth |
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, which we ascribe to heaven. All's Well That Ends Well
Our wills and fates do so contrary run that our devices still are overthrown; our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own.
Our wooing doth not end like an old play. Jack hath not Jill.
Oft have I heard that grief softens the mind and makes it fearful and degenerate.
Despair | Ends | Expectation | Hope | Expectation |
But the conceit of one's self and the conceit of one's hobby are hardly more prolific of eccentricity than the conceit of one's money. Avarice, the most hateful and wolfish of all the hard, cool, callous dispositions of selfishness, has its own peculiar caprices and crotchets. The ingenuities of its meanness defy all the calculations of reason, and reach the miraculous in subtlety.
One thing that has helped me personally in the past was to stop interfering with the people around me and getting frustrated when I couldn’t change them. Instead of intrusion and passivity, may I suggest submission? Some people make the mistake of confusing submission with weakness, whereas it is anything but. Submission is a form of peaceful acceptance of the terms of the universe, including the things we are currently unable to change or comprehend.
Balance | Conscience | Ends | Journey | Right | Style | Woman |
Set honor in one eye and death i' the other And I will look on both indifferently; For let the gods so speed me as I love The name of honor more than I fear death.
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I became one of those annoying people who always say Ciao! Only I was extra annoying, since I would always explain where the word ciao comes from. (If you must know, it's an abbreviation of a phrase used by medieval Venetians as an intimate salutation: Sono il suo schiavo! Meaning: I am your slave!) Just speaking these words made me feel sexy and happy. My divorce lawyer told me not to worry; she said she had one client (Korean by heritage) who, after a yucky divorce, legally changed her name to something Italian, just to feel sexy and happy again.
Balance | Behavior | Consequences | Depression | Ends | Family | Grief | Need | Panic | People | Will |
I will not doubt, though sorrows fall like rain, and troubles swarm like bees about a hive; I shall believe the heights for which I strive are only reached by anguish and by pain; and though I groan and tremble with my crosses, I yet shall see, through my severest losses, the greater gain.
I was always sweet, at first. Oh, it's so easy to be sweet to people before you love them.
Birth | Ends | Experience | Heart | Men | Parents | Plan | Tenderness | Think |
Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell
But I begin to fancy you don't like me. How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me. (Catherine Linton, nee Earnshaw)
Distress | Earth | Ends | Harmony | Impatience | Music | Struggle | Truth |
Emily Brontë, fully Emily Jane Brontë, aka pseudonym Ellis Bell
Two words would comprehend my future -- death and hell: existence, after losing her, would be hell.
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Emmanuel Lévinas , originally Emanuelis Lévinas
Reason is alone. And in this sense knowledge never encounters anything truly other in the world. This is the profound truth of idealism. It betokens a radical difference between spatial exteriority and the exteriority of instants in relation to one another.
Ernest Hemingway, fully Ernest Miller Hemingway
Every year, something in you dies when the leaves fall from the trees, and the bare branches of the defenseless, swaying in the wind in the cold winter sunshine. But you know that spring will come, just as you are sure that the frozen river again freed from the ice. But when the cold rain poured incessantly and killed the spring, it seems as if for nothing ruined young lives... At that time I already knew that when something ends in life, whether good or bad, there is a void. But the void left after bad, fills itself. Void after something good can be filled, only to find something better.
The tragedy of life that Searles is referring to is the one we have been discussing: man's finitude, his dread of death and of the overÂwhelmingness of life. The schizophrenic feels these more than anyÂone else because he has not been able to build the confident defenses that a person normally uses to deny them. The schizoÂphrenic's misfortune is that he has been burdened with extra anxieties, extra guilt, extra helplessness, an even more unpredictable and unsupportive environment. He is not surely seated in his body, has no secure base from which to negotiate a defiance of and a denial of the real nature of the world. The parents have made him massively inept as an organism. He has to contrive extra-ingenious and extra-desperate ways of living in the world that will keep him from being torn apart by experience, since he is already almost apart. We see again confirmed the point of view that a person's character is a defense against despair, an attempt to avoid insanity because of the real nature of the world. Searles looks at schizoÂphrenia precisely as the result of the inability to shut out terror, as a desperate style of living with terror. Frankly I don't know anyÂthing more cogent that needs to be said about this syndrome: it is a failure in humanization, which means a failure to confidently deny man's real situation on this planet. Schizophrenia is the limiting test case for the theory of character and reality that we have been exÂpounding here: the failure to build dependable character defenses allows the true nature of reality to appear to man. It is scientifically apodictic. The creativity of people on the schizophrenic end of the human continuum is a creativity that springs from the inability to accept the standardized cultural denials of the real nature of exÂperience. And the price of this kind of almost "extra human" creaÂtivity is to live on the brink of madness, as men have long known. The schizophrenic is supremely creative in an almost extra-human sense because he is furthest from the animal: he lacks the secure instinctive programming of lower organisms; and he lacks the secure cultural programming of average men. No wonder he appears to average men as "crazy": he is not in anything's world.
Creativity | Ends |
E. F. Schumacher, fully Ernst Friedrich "Fritz" Schumacher
No one is really working for peace unless he is working primarily for the restoration of wisdom.
E. F. Schumacher, fully Ernst Friedrich "Fritz" Schumacher
Excellent! This is real life, full of antinomies and bigger than logic. Without order, planning, predictability, central control, accountancy, instructions to the underlings, obedience, discipline—without these, nothing fruitful can happen, because everything disintegrates. And yet—without the magnanimity of disorder, the happy abandon, the entrepreneurship venturing into the unknown and incalculable, without the risk and the gamble, the creative imagination rushing in where bureaucratic angels fear to tread—without this, life is a mockery and a disgrace.
Ends | Guidance | Need | People | Science | Wisdom | Work | Guidance | Value |
E. F. Schumacher, fully Ernst Friedrich "Fritz" Schumacher
There exists a modern trend towards total quantification at the expense of the appreciation of qualitative differences; for private enterprise is not concerned with what it produces but only with what it gains from production.
Argument | Distinguish | Ends | Important | Society | Society |