Do you have any idea how mad you sound?’‘Indeed I do. I have in moments of doubt considered the question of my sanity.’ (…)‘And?’‘Then I consider what a piece of work is man. How defective in reason, how mean his facilities, how ugly in form and movement, in action how like a devil, in apprehension...
Confidence is what we get when we take fear, face it and replace it.
I’m like my mother, she thought, I search my joy for signs of sorrow ahead.
If you don’t doubt it, be ’bout it. Intuition is soul’s watchman.
The world we see is a painting colored by our fears and desires.
Comfort came in and stood with an appearance of guilt and shame. Her head bent, her eyes soaked with tears, her hands and legs, vibrating like a guiter string as perspiration covered her entire body, she felt like disappearing into the thin air, maybe to another mind creating world.
We live in wonder, blaze in a cycle of passion and apprehension.