There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root. If I should sell both my forenoons and afternoons to society, as most appear to do, I am sure that for me there desperation PDF be nothing left worth living for. There is no more fatal blunderer than he who consumes the greater part of his life getting his living. I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time.
Författare: Stephen King.
L’atmosfera terrificante del nord del Nevada e in particolare della cittadina Desperation, dove molta della gente non riuscirà ad arrivare dove vuole andare.
To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite — only a sense of existence. I am a parcel of vain strivings tied”, st. As I can now discern with this clear eye. And will not mind to hit their proper targe. Between the ants upon this hummock’s crown?
Think of our life in nature, — daily to be shown matter, to come in contact with it, — rocks, trees, wind on our cheeks! Let me suggest a theme for you: to state to yourself precisely and completely what that walk over the mountains amounted to for you, — returning to this essay again and again, until you are satisfied that all that was important in your experience is in it. Give this good reason to yourself for having gone over the mountains, for mankind is ever going over a mountain. Men and boys are learning all kinds of trades but how to make men of themselves. What is the use of a house if you haven’t got a tolerable planet to put it on? If you cannot tolerate the planet that it is on? You ask particularly after my health.
I may add that I am enjoying existence as much as ever, and regret nothing. As near the ocean’s edge as I can go. The Fisher’s Boy, Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. And in my day the sun doth pale his light. And also my poor human heart. A gun gives you the body, not the bird. You might as well think to go in pursuit of the rainbow, and embrace it on the next hill, as to embrace the whole of poetry even in thought.
Our life revolves unceasingly, but the centre is ever the same, and the wise will regard only the seasons of the soul. For many years I was self-appointed inspector of snowstorms and rainstorms, and did my duty faithfully, though I never received one cent for it. Nothing is so much to be feared as fear. Atheism may comparatively be popular with God himself. The bluebird carries the sky on his back. That man is richest whose pleasures are the cheapest. And every fool will mind it.