#internal

There are lots of countries that are having these kinds of internal civil wars in other parts of the world and nobody is talking about intervening. ↗

— Colin Powell

#civil #civil wars #countries #having #internal

Hard though it may be to accept, remember that guilt is sometimes a friendly internal voice reminding you that you're messing up. ↗

— Marge Kennedy

#friendly #guilt #hard #internal #may

But what you could perhaps do with in these days is a word of most sincere sympathy. Your movement is carried internally by so strong a truth and necessity that victory in one form or another cannot elude you for long. ↗

— Hjalmar Schacht

#cannot #carried #could #days #elude

To sum up, the position we took was that since we didn't know the internal situation in Iraq nor Saddam Hussein, that our best bet was to take counsel from the people who did know him and who did deal with him. ↗

— Brent Scowcroft

#bet #counsel #deal #did #him

Non-democratic regimes always need to mobilize their people against external enemies in order to maintain internal stability. ↗

— Natan Sharansky

#always #external #internal #maintain #mobilize

Bondage is - subjection to external influences and internal negative thoughts and attitudes. ↗

— W. Clement Stone

#bondage #external #influences #internal #negative

The books I loved in childhood - the first loves - I've read so often that I've internalized them in some really essential way: they are more inside me now than out. ↗

— Donna Tartt

#childhood #essential #first #i #inside

There is nothing in this world that never takes a step outside a person's heart. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#honesty #intent #internal-self #love #secrets

She had been hesitant the first night, right before she had launched into him like a wild animal. The imprint of her violence had lasted on him well until the morning and while he had been hurt, he had loved the fact that she was into him, that she lusted after him fanatically, that she scratched him, wept on him, bit him and he was grateful that she let him see her like that: unhinged, throbbing and warm-skinned. She was powerful and thus ironically all the more defenceless in surrender. At times he felt as though she truly hated him, hated him for making her feel like this, for having to condescend herself just by wanting him. He felt as though she was warning him constantly through her seething, hurtling silence; to not let her down after she had disclosed so much of her soul to him. Her insecurities, her memories, her fetishes, her scent, her limbs; they had all been laid-bare in front of him and as he lay there next to the girl whose chest heaved and fell like the meter of a ghazal, he fell in love with that girl and her bundle of contradictions.’ ('Left from Dhakeshwari') ↗

— Kunal Sen

#lovers #love