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  • #1
    Danzy Senna
    “It’s funny. When you leave your home and wander really far, you always think, ‘I want to go home.’ But then you come home, and of course it’s not the same. You can’t live with it, you can’t live away from it. And it seems like from then on there’s always this yearning for some place that doesn’t exist. I felt that. Still do. I’m never completely at home anywhere.”
    Danzy Senna

  • #2
    J.R.R. Tolkien
    “Fare well we call to hearth and hall
    Though wind may blow and rain may fall
    We must away ere break of day
    Over the wood and mountain tall

    To Rivendell where Elves yet dwell
    In glades beneath the misty fell
    Through moor and waste we ride in haste
    And wither then we cannot tell

    With foes ahead behind us dread
    Beneath the sky shall be our bed
    Until at last our toil be sped
    Our journey done, our errand sped
    We must away! We must away!
    We ride before the break of day!”
    J.R.R. Tolkien

  • #3
    Bryce Anderson
    “Across galaxies of time and space
    Travelling just to see your face
    Lost amidst the countless stars
    To bring me back to where you are.”
    Bryce W. Anderson

  • #4
    Eudora Welty
    “Through travel I first became aware of the outside world; it was through travel that I found my own introspective way into becoming a part of it.”
    Eudora Welty , One Writer's Beginnings

  • #5
    G.G. Renee Hill
    “She loved him. But he didn’t know how to love.
    He could talk about love. He could see love and feel love. But he couldn’t give love.
    He could make love. But he couldn’t make promises.
    She had desperately wanted his promises.
    She wanted his heart, knew she couldn’t have it so she took what she could get.
    Temporary bliss. Passionate highs and lows. Withdrawal and manipulation.
    He only stayed long enough to take what he needed and keep moving.
    If he stopped moving, he would self-destruct.
    If he stopped wandering, he would have to face himself.
    He chose to stay in the dark where he couldn’t see.
    If he exposed himself and the sun came out, he’d see his shadow.
    He was deathly afraid of his shadow.
    She saw his shadow, loved it, understood it. Saw potential in it.
    She thought her love would change him.
    He pushed and he pulled, tested boundaries, thinking she would never leave.
    He knew he was hurting her, but didn’t know how to share anything but pain.
    He was only comfortable in chaos. Claiming souls before they could claim him.
    Her love, her body, she had given to him and he’d taken with such feigned sincerity, absorbing every drop of her.
    His dark heart concealed.
    She’d let him enter her spirit and stroke her soul where everything is love and sensation and surrender.
    Wide open, exposed to deception.
    It had never occurred to her that this desire was not love.
    It was blinding the way she wanted him.
    She couldn’t see what was really happening, only what she wanted to happen.
    She suspected that he would always seek to minimize the risk of being split open, his secrets revealed.
    He valued his soul’s privacy far more than he valued the intimacy of sincere connection so he kept his distance at any and all costs.
    Intimacy would lead to his undoing—in his mind, an irrational and indulgent mistake.
    When she discovered his indiscretions, she threw love in his face and beat him with it.
    Somewhere deep down, in her labyrinth, her intricacy, the darkest part of her soul, she relished the mayhem.
    She felt a sense of privilege for having such passion in her life.
    He stirred her core.
    The place she dared not enter.
    The place she could not stir for herself.
    But something wasn’t right.
    His eyes were cold and dark.
    His energy, unaffected.
    He laughed at her and her antics, told her she was a mess.
    Frantic, she looked for love hiding in his eyes, in his face, in his stance, and she found nothing but disdain.
    And her heart stopped.”
    G.G. Renee Hill, The Beautiful Disruption

  • #6
    Frank Herbert
    “Belief can be manipulated. Only knowledge is dangerous.”
    Frank Herbert

  • #7
    Laura   Davis
    “Abuse manipulates and twists a child’s natural sense of trust and love. Her innocent feelings are belittled or mocked and she learns to ignore her feelings. She can’t afford to feel the full range of feelings in her body while she’s being abused—pain, outrage, hate, vengeance, confusion, arousal. So she short-circuits them and goes numb. For many children, any expression of feelings, even a single tear, is cause for more severe abuse. Again, the only recourse is to shut down. Feelings go underground.”
    Laura Davis, Allies in Healing: When the Person You Love Is a Survivor of Child Sexual Abuse

  • #8
    “Betrayal is too kind a word to describe a situation in which a father says he loves his daughter but claims he must teach her about the horrors of the world in order to make her a stronger person; a situation in which he watches or participates in rituals that make her feel like she is going to die. She experiences pain that is so intense that she cannot think; her head spins so fast she can't remember who she is or how she got there.

    All she knows is pain. All she feels is desperation. She tries to cry out for help, but soon learns that no one will listen. No matter how loud she cries, she can't stop or change what is happening. No matter what she does, the pain will not stop. Her father orders her to be tortured and tells her it is for her own good. He tells her that she needs the discipline, or that she has asked for it by her misbehavior. Betrayal is too simple a word to describe the overwhelming pain, the overwhelming loneliness and isolation this child experiences.

    As if the abuse during the rituals were not enough, this child experiences similar abuse at home on a daily basis. When she tries to talk about her pain, she is told that she must be crazy. "Nothing bad has happened to you;' her family tells her Each day she begins to feel more and more like she doesn't know what is real. She stops trusting her own feelings because no one else acknowledges them or hears her agony. Soon the pain becomes too great. She learns not to feel at all. This strong, lonely, desperate child learns to give up the senses that make all people feel alive. She begins to feel dead.
    She wishes she were dead. For her there is no way out. She soon learns there is no hope.

    As she grows older she gets stronger. She learns to do what she is told with the utmost compliance. She forgets everything she has ever wanted. The pain still lurks, but it's easier to pretend it's not there than to acknowledge the horrors she has buried in the deepest parts of her mind. Her relationships are overwhelmed by the power of her emotions. She reaches out for help, but never seems to find what she is looking for The pain gets worse. The loneliness sets in. When the feelings return, she is overcome with panic, pain, and desperation.

    She is convinced she is going to die. Yet, when she looks around her she sees nothing that should make her feel so bad. Deep inside she knows something is very, very wrong, but she doesn't remember anything. She thinks, "Maybe I am crazy.”
    Margaret Smith, Ritual Abuse: What it is, Why it Happens, and How to Help

  • #9
    George R.R. Martin
    “The storms come and go, the waves crash overhead, the big fish eat the little fish, and I keep on paddling. (Varys)”
    George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings

  • #10
    Peter Hitchens
    “Is there any point in public debate in a society where hardly anyone has been taught how to think, while millions have been taught what to think?”
    Peter Hitchens

  • #11
    Kurt Vonnegut
    “So, in the interests of survival, they trained themselves to be agreeing machines instead of thinking machines. All their minds had to do was to discover what other people were thinking, and then they thought that, too.”
    Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions

  • #12
    “The chief means of resisting manipulation is humility – knowing who we really are and facing it. You can only serve by love. You can only love by choice. True love cannot be the result of decree, force or manipulation. Jesus always kept his strength to make loving choices. He calls us to make loving choices necessary to be the servant of all." "Humility permits me to own my feelings – and to admit them. Now I'm free to say, ‘I'm angry’. I'm free to admit what I am reacting to. I am free to ask if anger is what the person wanted to produce in me, and to ask for help in changing if my reaction is inappropriate.”
    Gayle D. Erwin, The Jesus Style

  • #13
    Michael Bassey Johnson
    “Young girls are like helpless children in the hands of amorous men, whatever is said to them is true and whatever manipulation on their bodies seems like love to them, sooner or later, they come back to their senses, but the scars are not dead inasmuch as her spoiler lives.”
    Michael Bassey Johnson, Trials Of A Damsel

  • #14
    George Moore
    “A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.”
    George Augustus Moore, The Brook Kerith

  • #15
    “There is nothing more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends.”
    Homer, The Odyssey

  • #16
    Laura Ingalls Wilder
    “Home is the nicest word there is.”
    Laura Ingalls Wilder
    tags: home

  • #17
    Ralph Waldo Emerson
    “The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it.”
    Ralph Waldo Emerson

  • #18
    Margaret Atwood
    “A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness.”
    Margaret Atwood, The Tent

  • #19
    W. Somerset Maugham
    “I have an idea that some men are born out of their due place. Accident has cast them amid certain surroundings, but they have always a nostalgia for a home they know not. They are strangers in their birthplace, and the leafy lanes they have known from childhood or the populous streets in which they have played, remain but a place of passage. They may spend their whole lives aliens among their kindred and remain aloof among the only scenes they have ever known. Perhaps it is this sense of strangeness that sends men far and wide in the search for something permanent, to which they may attach themselves. Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wanderer back to lands which his ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history.”
    W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence

  • #20
    Fiona Apple
    “Home is where my habits have a habitat”
    Fiona Apple
    tags: home

  • #21
    John Irving
    “When time passes, it's the people who knew you whom you want to see; they're the ones you can talk to. When enough time passes, what's it matter what they did to you?”
    John Irving, The Cider House Rules

  • #22
    Paulo Freire
    “Washing one's hands of the conflict between the powerful and the powerless means to side with the powerful, not to be neutral. ”
    Paulo Freire

  • #23
    John Steinbeck
    “Power does not corrupt. Fear corrupts... perhaps the fear of a loss of power.”
    John Steinbeck

  • #24
    Mary Anne Radmacher
    “Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I'll try again tomorrow.”
    Mary Anne Radmacher

  • #25
    Nelson Mandela
    “I have walked that long road to freedom. I have tried not to falter; I have made missteps along the way. But I have discovered the secret that after climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb. I have taken a moment here to rest, to steal a view of the glorious vista that surrounds me, to look back on the distance I have come. But I can only rest for a moment, for with freedom come responsibilities, and I dare not linger, for my long walk is not ended.”
    Nelson Mandela

  • #26
    “Dripping water hollows out stone, not through force but through persistence.”

  • #27
    “Things don't go wrong and break your heart so you can become bitter and give up. They happen to break you down and build you up so you can be all that you were intended to be.”
    Charles Jones, Life Is Tremendous

  • #28
    “Once you learn to quit, it becomes a habit.”
    Vince Lombardi

  • #29
    Dalai Lama XIV
    No matter what is going on
    Never give up
    Develop the heart
    Too much energy in your country
    Is spent developing the mind
    Instead of the heart
    Be compassionate
    Not just to your friends
    But to everyone
    Be compassionate
    Work for peace
    In your heart and in the world
    Work for peace
    And I say again
    Never give up
    No matter what is going on around you
    Never give up”
    Dalai Lama XIV

  • #30
    Anton Chekhov
    “Why are we worn out? Why do we, who start out so passionate, brave, noble, believing, become totally bankrupt by the age of thirty or thirty-five? Why is it that one is extinguished by consumption, another puts a bullet in his head, a third seeks oblivion in vodka, cards, a fourth, in order to stifle fear and anguish, cynically tramples underfoot the portrait of his pure, beautiful youth? Why is it that, once fallen, we do not try to rise, and, having lost one thing, we do not seek another? Why?”
    Anton Chekhov, The Complete Short Novels

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