This site is dedicated to the memory of Dr. Alan William Smolowe who gave birth to the creation of this database.
The first effect of adjusting to other people is that one becomes boring.
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The words that come out of our mouths do not vanish but are perpetually stored in infinite space, and they will come back to us in due time.
Blame | Compassion | Fear | God | Love | Means | Reflection | Will | God |
Elizabeth Bowen, Full name Elizabeth Dorothea Cole Bowen
Lunch went through with strands of talk spun out fine till they dwindled to thin little patches of silence.
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Elizabeth Dole, fully Mary Elizabeth Alexander Hanford "Liddy" Dole
There is no doubt that now, more than ever, we must work to end our dependence on foreign oil sources. But we cannot do so by ignoring the wishes of the coastal communities that oppose drilling.
SAMPSON: No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you sir; but I bite my thumb, sir. GREGORY: Do you quarrel, sir? ABRAHAM: Quarrel, sir? No, sir. SAMPSON: If you do, sir, I am for you: I serve as good a man as you. ABRAHAM: No better. SAMPSON: Well, sir. GREGORY: (to Sampson) Say 'better'; here comes one of my master's kinsmen. SAMPSON: Yes, better, sir. ABRAHAM: You lie. SAMPSON: Draw, if you be men! Gregory, remember thy swashing blow. (They fight)
She dreams of him that has forgot her love; you dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love should be so contrary; and thinking of it makes me cry 'alas!
Should the poor be flattered? No; let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp, and crook the pregnant hinges of the knee where thrift may follow fawning.
Sir, I love you more than words can wield the matter, dearer than eyesight, space, and liberty, beyond what can be valued, rich or rare, no less than life, with grace, health, beauty, honor; as much as child e'er loved, or father found, a love that makes breath poor and speech unable.
Behavior | Cause | Children | Contempt | Counsel | Desire | Duty | Father | Fear | Friend | Good | Grace | Heaven | Honor | Love | Marriage | Mind | Obedience | Pity | Pleasure | Right | Sacred | Time | Wife | Will | Wise | Wit | Woman | Friendship | Counsel | Friends |
Are you becoming more and more aware of the interconnection of all beings, creatures and elements? Do you hold as your own Jesus' words: 'And whatsoever you do to the least of my brothers, you do to me'? Are you getting tired of the way our society celebrates the false ego's selfish and insatiable drive to acquire and use more and more? And does that make you want to be an agent of healing? A declaration of life's interdependence is a sign of spiritual progress.
Arrogance | Fear | Fighting | Health | Life | Life | Listening | Nature | Practice | Soul | Surrender | Uncertainty | Will |
Men never fail to dwell on maternity as a disqualification for the possession of many civil and political rights. Suggest the idea of women having a voice in making laws and administering the Government in the halls of legislation, in Congress, or the British Parliament, and men will declaim at once on the disabilities of maternity in a sneering contemptuous way, as if the office of motherhood was undignified and did not comport with the highest public offices in church and state. It is vain that we point them to Queen Victoria, who has carefully reared a large family, while considering and signing...
Bible | Despair | Enough | Fear | Punishment | Bible | Understand |
Elizabeth II, born Elizabeth Alexandra May NULL
My mind was never to invade my neighbors.
Elizabeth II, born Elizabeth Alexandra May NULL
Monarchs ought to put to death the authors and instigators of war, as their sworn enemies and as dangers to their states.
It is an understatement to say that in this society injustices abound: in truth, it is itself the quintessence of injustice.
To exist is equivalent to an act of faith, a protest against the truth, an interminable prayer. As soon as they consent to live, the unbeliever and the man of faith are fundamentally the same, since both have made the only decision that defines a being.
Emily Dickinson, fully Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
After great pain, a formal feeling comes — the Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs — the stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore, and Yesterday, or Centuries before? The Feet, mechanical, go round — of Ground, or Air, or Ought — a Wooden way regardless grown, a Quartz contentment, like a stone — This is the Hour of Lead —Remembered, if outlived, as Freezing persons, recollect the Snow —First — Chill — then Stupor — then the letting go —
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