What was done to him was like what happens on the train, when you think you are moving forward, but are moving backward, and suddenly find out the real direction.
"Yes, it was all not right," he said to himself, "but never mind. I can, I can do 'right.' But what is 'right'?" he asked himself and suddenly grew still.
--from The Death of Ivan Ilyich
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Writing Despair
There is a certain point in a paper writing process when, all of a sudden, you feel as if you do not know anything at all about what you are writing about. Despair grips you to the point where you … Continue reading
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My whole life, particularly as a student, I have had a hard time holding on to writing utensils. Buying lead refills was always in vain: I would almost always lose the pencil before it required a refill. Why would this … Continue reading
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He giveth more grace
He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater, He sendeth more strength when the labors increase, To added affliction He addeth His mercy, To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace. When we have exhausted our store of endurance, When our … Continue reading
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Greater life hath no man than this
Greater life hath no man than this: that an old man lies down in love with an old lady friend. For passion to soar so high When skin, it droops so low: What great life you have, my dear! 80 … Continue reading
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The front porch
My sister doesn’t live here anymore Down the hall, from my room Near the stairs. I don’t either. But in my mind she lives Down the hall, from my room And if I close my eyes in bed Far away … Continue reading
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