Bridget cried for the leavers and the left. For the people, like herself, grimly forsaking what few precious gifts they would ever get. She cried for Bailey, for Tibby, for the resolute clump of cells making headway in her uterus, and for Marly, her poor, sad mother, who'd missed everything.
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Whenever those immersed in the bureaucratic culture of the age try to think their way through to the moral foundations of what they are and what they do, they will discover suppressed Nietzschean premises. And consequently it is possible to predict with confidence that in the apparently quite unlikely contexts of bureaucratically managed modern societies there will periodically emerge social movements informed by just that kind of prophetic irrationalism of which Nietzsche's thought is the ancestor. Indeed just because and insofar as contemporary Marxism is Weberian in substance we can expect prophetic irrationalisms of the left as well as of the Right.
He left that morning, the last words still echoing in my head, and though he said he__ come back one day I know a broken promise from a right one for I have used them myself and there is no coming back. Minds like ours are can__ be tamed and the price for freedom is the price we pay.
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And how easy it is to recognize the revenant shapes that the old unchanging enemies__acism, leader worship, superstition__ssume when they reappear amongst us (often bodyguarded by their new apologists).
I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving.
Times have changed in research and if you are not using Facebook, Twitter, Youtube, Wikipedia, Google, and the like, you will be left in the dark.
No matter how hard we try to separate, and if eventually we finally separate, we are just fooling around thinking we had parted, yet our hearts dwells where we cowardly believed we had left.
Better a live dog than a dead lion.
That in my left pocket I have "heaven"... doesn't mean that in my right pocket I don't have "hell".
There is no sin that will be left unpunished.
I am not a broken heart. I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn__ know how to handle anything,at any time,and I am not your fault.
Maybe once you've been left by the most important person in your life, you can never be unleft again. Maybe you're destined to be abandoned even by your own guts, maybe your foot walks off with your thighbone, why not, stranger things have happened.
6 months, 2 weeks, 4 days,and I still don__ know which month it was thenor what day it is now.Blurred out linesfrom hangovers to coffeeanother vagabond lost to love.
I loved you when I left you.
When a political opponent resorts to the racist card, it's a sure sign of moral bankruptcy: there's no decent argument left in the armoury.
They left like you knew they would. They went away and you fell like a stone. All the way to the bottom of your room. I see you, yes I see you. Sitting in your chair, hating every minute of it. Falling like a stone without even moving. It hurt you to know that you were right about all the shit you wanted to be wrong about. They always leave you. You put yourself in the right place to get left.
...his soul (was) ringing like a well-struck bell. But it was a bell that rang with more than joy and adoration _ there was the sound there too of anger and resentment. She would not look at him because she did not want to be in his presence. She hated him and he (how could he not?) hated her in return.