M.L. Stedman Quotes
That's how life goes on - protected by the silence that anesthetizes shame.
Understand who you are, so that you can be the same, whether you're talking to a homeless person or the president of the United States. You're the same person.
You know and we have about 60 to 70 percent black men in prison today and it's because of the negativity they have in their own hearts.
I define myself by everything that I love, everything I can create, everything that I can imagine.
You know, you're living in a society where if you say something that you might think may be OK, when it's more sensitive to that particular culture. You have to be very, very careful.
I've worked in the prison system for five years, and most of those folks in prison didn't have a direction.
Each of us can make a great difference in the lives of other people, particularly as we move along the Success Process ourselves growing in strength, gaining experience and knowledge.
When everybody has access to an avalanche of information, becoming a master thinker is very important in your life-long security.
Everybody has 24 hours and the question is, what do you do with your 24 hours? That's what makes everybody equal.
Sometimes life turns out hard, Isabel. Sometimes it just bites right through you. And sometimes, just when you think it's done its worst, it comes back and takes another chunk.
Years bleach away the sense of things until all that's left is a bone-white past, stripped of feeling and significance.
The weary August days are long; The locusts sing a plaintive song, The cattle miss their master's call When they see the sunset shadows fall.
The poet is a creator, not an iconoclast, and never will tamely endeavor to say in prose what can only be expressed in song.
The critic's first labor is the task of distinguishing between men, as history and their works display them, and the ideals which one and another have conspired to urge upon his acceptance.
The poet who does not revere his art, and believe in its sovereignty, is not born to wear the purple.
Look on this cast, and know the hand That bore a nation in its hold; From this mute witness understand What Lincoln was - how large of mould.
Do your heart and head keep pace? When does hoary Love expire, When do frosts put out the fire? Can its embers burn below All that chill December snow?
Alas, by what rude fate Our lives, like ships at sea, an instant meet, Then part forever on their courses fleet.
Lo, as I gaze, the statured man, Built up from you large hand appears: A type that nature wills to plan But once in all a people's years.
Poetry is an art, the easiest to dabble in, but the hardest to reach true excellence.
When it comes to their kids, parents are all just instinct and hope. And fear. Rules and laws fly straight out the window.
From when she was a baby, Tom has taught the girl to respect, but not fear, the forces of nature- the lightning that might strike the light tower on Janus, the oceans that batter the island.
Your family's never in your past. You carry it around with you everywhere.
To make sense of it - that's the challenge. To bear witness to the death, without being broken by the weight of it.
We can't rightly ever talk about the future, if you think about it. We can only talk about what we imagine or wish for. It's not the same thing.
Oh, but my treasure, it is so much less exhausting. You only have to forgive once. To resent, you have to do it all day, every day.
You have only to forgive once. To resent, you have to doit all day, every day. You have to keep remembering all the bad things" Frank to Hannah Roennfeldt
The only thing we can do is love that little girl as much as she deserves. And never, never hurt her!
What are you suggesting I do Ralph?’‘I’m suggesting you tell the bloody truth whatever it is. The only place lying leads is trouble.’“Sometimes that’s the only place telling the truth get you, too.
Stick to now. Put right the things you can put right today, and let the ones from back then go. Leave the rest to the angels, or the devil or whoever's in charge of it.
Life could snatch away the things you treasured, and there was no getting them back. She began to feel an urgency, a need to seize an opportunity. Before anyone else did.
Then this is how you do it, ’ and kissed her slowly, letting time fade away. And he couldn’t remember any other kiss that felt quite the same.
Christ--the quickest way to send a bloke mad is to let him go on re-fighting his war till he gets it right.
I shouldn't have spoken like that.''People do, sometimes. People who've had less to contend with than you. We're not always in full control of our actions.
Other blokes might take advantage, but to Tom, the idea of honor was a kind of antidote to some of the things he'd lived through.
Being over there changes a man. Right and wrong don't look so different anymore to some.
Then he remembered Ralph's words--"no point in fighting your war over and over until you get it right.
This focusing outward...painful as it was, saved her from a more intolerable examination.