calamity

Fate is not satisfied with inflicting one calamity.

Was still between Martha and Jane, then, I was. Between the girl I was and who I wanted to be.

Ain__ no good ever comes of it, if you ain__ steering yourself.

Was like the Green Man said, some you got to put to the bullet. Some to the tongue. Often the latter, with me. But some, you just got to put behind you.

wasn__ no bit of me willing to ride shotgun to my own funeral.

I was the luckiest girl. Don__ you think because I didn__ have no proper man or husband I was anything else. Wasn__ no place I__ rather be than right there. Even now, I pine for that uncomfortable rock. Because he was watching over me and loneliness was some far off thing, echoing off the Rock from other folks. Wasn__ nothing could ruin it for me.

In terms of the real quality of a human being, only when suffering comes, when pain comes, does a man stand up as a human being. You can see great human beings surface only when the society is really suffering. When India was under the oppression of British rulers, how many wonderful people stood up? Where are they now? They have just fallen back into their comforts, that's all. All those Ghandis, Patels, Tilaks are still there, but they're dormant. When pain came, they all became alive. They left everything behind and stood up as giants. Where are they now? This is the human misfortune that still there's not enough intelligence in the world that human beings will rise to their peaks when everything is well. They wait for calamities.

Adversity kills fearful people just by showing them its weapons. As to whether that weapon is fatal or fake, they don't care to know before they surrender!

But tell you true, I honestly didn__ think nothing about the Green Man beefing that posse. Was just men and the world__ full of them.

The critical nature of 'choices' -- [the] timing will prove to be an asset or liability; it will reward wisdom or expose stupidity. Either way, we learn from the path of suffering or satisfaction_ by choice and by design.

And in the silence what followed, I reckon our eyes had some long conversation our mouths could__e never talked through. Some long, looking talk about things gone and long since said. About cries out in the night and some long ago tangling of limbs. And about them betrayals done time and time again__y both of us__hat led to me pointing the Green Man__ rifle at the man what once loved me under the Green Man__ stars.

Maybe I__ lost something. Maybe I__ lost a lot__ore, even, than I could suffer__ut I still had my own self. And lonesome as I might be, wasn__ no force on Earth or from above what could make me less.

Whenever a nation or a group of people is devoid of light, catastrophe comes, calamity hits, there is danger everywhere.

But wasn__ time for what was. Was time to settle up the future.

Rather blessings, after counting my misfortunes, I realized how the more blessed I am.

No destiny attacks us from outside. But, within him, man bears his fate and there comes a moment when he knows himself vulnerable; and then, as in a vertigo, blunder upon blunder lures him.

Seems a lot of men never saw one such as me. A girl what could keep up and fight and ride and curse with the best of them. A girl what ain__ trapped in some dress or some house or some bed. A girl what ain__ waiting on some man to do what she ought to her own damn self.

When you keep hitting walls of resistance in life, the universe is trying to tell you that you are going the wrong way. It's like driving a bumper car at an amusement park. Each time you slam into another car or the edge of the track, you are forced to change direction.