Adrien Bach, main character from The Maker: You know, when you’re a kid, you think you’re going to grow up to be something special, do something important. You’re not going to be a regular Joe like everybody else. But then you get out there and life starts to hit you. It hits you so many times, eventually you just can’t get up anymore. Or won’t. And then you just don’t know. Those dreams seem to fade away, and suddenly you’re not sure who you are anymore.
Not soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year, I felt a door opening in me and I entered the clarity of early morning. One after another my former lives were departing, like ships, together with their sorrow. And the countries, cities, gardens, the bays of seas assigned to my brush came closer, ready now to be described better than they were before.
¿Tienes idea de cuántas vidas debimos cruzar antes de que lográramos la primera idea de que hay más en la vida que comer, luchar o alcanzar poder en la Bandada? ¡Mil vidas, Juan, diez mil! Y luego cien vidas más hasta que empezáramos a aprender que hay algo llamado perfección, y otras cien para comprender que la meta de la vida es encontrar esa perfección y reflejarla.
Vi ne možete zamisliti kakva bol i srdžba vas obuzme kad veliku ideju, koju odavno i visoko poštujete, dohvate nevešti ljudi i izvuku je na ulicu pred glupake kao što su sami, i najedanput je nađete na tržištu stareži, u prljavštini, naopako nameštenu, bez proporcije, bez harmonije- kao igračka kod nerazumne dece- i ne možete više da je poznate !
Me propongo a describir, con precisiĂłn, hechos que finalmente han provocado mi forzosa estadĂa en este manicomio con el insĂłlito consentimiento de mi amadĂsima familia, alumnos, colegas y amistades, habiendo sido recluido especĂficamente en el pabellĂłn de los personajes famosos, dignidad esta que rechazo de plano.
No matter now. Don't even meet now. Block also now. I have burnt all the pictures now. I have suppressed her memories in my heart. Now I can't even cry after remembering her. Almost nothing left between us now. But what kind of love is this ? It doesn't take the name of ending.....
To one degree or another, generally, people feel comfortable within their own echo chambers. Surrounding themselves with many others who share the same religion, eat the same food, share the same spirituality, etc. The problem with that, is, you never become who you were meant to be, you never come face to face with yourself and with your angels and your demons, you never become MORE. Because you're just echoing back into yourself what's already a part of you.
...in the end, we as individuals must make the best of our lives. Fix our households, educate ourselves. Learn to live peacefully and within our means. Spread love and not hate to others regardless of the poison they may spread. Life is like that. What we bring to the table of life is what we will have to eat.
If you do not have knowledge or experience of what’s in the box, then you can’t think out-of-the-box; one cannot consider an alteration or alternative without knowledge of the subject.
I never let anyone see me cry or feel sorry for myself. Attitude and the will to live is so important during and after treatment that if you don't have a good attitude or a strong will to live, treatment doesn't work.