thought-provoking

Be patient with everyone you meet, for you may never know whether your words were the last they ever heard.

How could I have thought that I needed to cure myself in order to fit into the 'real' world? I didn't need curing, and the world didn't, either; the only thing that did need curing was my understanding of my place in it. Without that understanding - without a sense of belonging to the real world - it was impossible to thrive in an imagined one.

But what Jamie was saying just mixed it all up, selfish and selfless. I wasn't even sure what the words meant anymore. or if it was possible to be one without the other.

Some people might enjoy drain water if they were told it was vodka.

WAR CHILD is the true story of Magdalena (Leni) Janic whose name appears on The Welcome Wall at Sydney's Darling Harbour. The story spans 100 years starting in pre WWII Nazi Germany and ends in the suburbs of Adelaide. It's a window into what life was like for a young illegitimate German girl growing up in poverty, coping with ostracism, bullying, abuse and dispossession as society was falling down around her and she becomes a refugee. But it's also a story of a woman's unconditional love for her family, the sacrifices she made and secrets she kept to protect them. Her ultimate secret was only revealed in a bizarre twist after her death and much to her daughter's (and author) surprise involved her. A memorable tear-jerker! A sad cruel story told with so much love.

It seems fine to revolt in front of all,but apologizing fro the same in a similar situation makes you feel smallIt is an irony! that's what I call..

You__e more capable than you know. Deep down, you have_ a magick inside you that you__e tucked away. That needs release. It__ a connection to who you are and what you are capable of. - Evan

All I hear is my own grating thoughts. Is there anything more horrid than being trapped inside yourself with nothing but your own insecurities.

What we think, or what we know, or what we believe is, in the end, of little consequence. The only consequence is what we do.

Greed and corruption isn't in the world.It's in the people".

Perhaps no one has yet been truthful enough about what 'truthfulness' is.

Sometimes I worry that belief and hope are the same thing, and that truth is something else entirely.

Around the lunch table everyone seems to have given something up---dairy, meat, gluten, sugar, carbs. Only in a land of plenty could people voluntarily go without so much.

If blue helmeted UN peacekeepers show up in your town or village and offer to protect you, run.

We live by our labors from one harvest to the next, there is no certain telling whether we shall be able to feed ourselves and our children, and if bad times are prolonged we know we must see the weak surrender their lives and this fact, too, is within our experience. In our lives there is no margin for misfortune.

I'm fighting alone, every day. I fight with the hell that I survived. I fight with the fact of my own humanity. I fight with the idea that death is the only way of escaping this fact.

bottom of page 33:We all want to feel needed, and we also want to be with people who can manage on their own, if needbe.

Yet does illustrating in a new way signify a new way of seeing?