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Thinking about disorganized attachment,
the fact that my spelling has alway been poor, and fungus on the roots of Queen Anne's Lace. |
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May 12, 2021, 7:04 p.m. |
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| Joyce Meyer |
Consider a tree for a moment. As beautiful as trees are to look at, we don't see what goes on underground - as they grow roots. Trees must develop deep roots in order to grow strong and produce their beauty. But we don't see the roots. We just see and enjoy the beauty. In much the same way, what goes on inside of us is like the roots of a tree. |
| A. A. Milne |
My spelling is Wobbly. It's good spelling but it Wobbles, and the letters get in the wrong places. |
| Chanakya |
He who is overly attached to his family members experiences fear and sorrow, for the root of all grief is attachment. Thus one should discard attachment to be happy. |
| Jean-Paul Sartre |
There are two types of poor people, those who are poor together and those who are poor alone. The first are the true poor, the others are rich people out of luck. |
| Ron Eglash |
When Europeans first came to Africa, they considered the architecture very disorganized and thus primitive. It never occurred to them that the Africans might have been using a form of mathematics that they hadn't even discovered yet. |
| Manny Farber |
A peculiar fact about termite-tapeworm-fungus-moss art is that it goes always forward, eating its own boundaries, and, likely as not, leaves nothing in its path other than the signs of eager, industrious, unkempt activity. |
| Britt Ekland |
I used to collect vintage clothing - exquisite lace dresses, embroidered shawls and ornate jewelry - but that's just not me any more. |
| Adam Baldwin |
I'm like a fungus; you can't get rid of me. |
| George Eastman |
I used to think that music was like lace upon a garment, nice to have but not necessary. I have come to believe that music is absolutely essential to our community life. |
| C. S. Lewis |
Part of every misery is, so to speak, the misery's shadow or reflection: the fact that you don't merely suffer but have to keep on thinking about the fact that you suffer. I not only live each endless day in grief, but live each day thinking about living each day in grief. |
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