#lip

There is no "slippery slope" toward loss of liberties, only a long staircase where each step downward must first be tolerated by the American people and their leaders. ↗

— Alan K. Simpson

#american people #downward #each #first #leaders

You belong with us," he said quietly. "Nothing's going to change that. ↗

— Nora Roberts

#change

You want to know, companions of my youth, How much has changed the wild but shy young poet Forever writing last poem after last poem; You hear he’s dark as earth, barefoot, A turban round his head, a bolo at his side, His ballpen blown up to a long-barreled gun: Deeper still the struggling change inside. ↗

— Emmanuel F. Lacaba

#change

Curiosity is a youthful beauty. Connected to joy and slipping around old beliefs, it urges us to investigate rather than assume. ↗

— Jeanne McElvaney

#change-your-life #gotospirit-com #jeanne-mcelvaney #life-purpose #old-maggie-s-spirit-whispers

Age is a timeless beauty. At each mile in my life journey, I am a distinctive blend of what I've experienced and the unique talents I was given to share with others. ↗

— Jeanne McElvaney

#change-your-life #gotospirit-com #jeanne-mcelvaney #life-purpose #old-maggie-s-spirit-whispers

I can read lips. Especially if they have words tattooed on them. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#lips #mouth #reading #tattoo #words

If this constant sliding and hiding of meaning were true of conscious life, then we would of course never be able to speak coherently at all. If the whole of language were present to me when I spoke, then I would not be able to articulate anything at all. The ego, or consciousness, can therefore only work by repressing this turbulent activity, provisionally nailing down words on to meanings. Every now and then a word from the unconscious which I do not want insinuates itself into my discourse, and this is the famous Freudian slip of the tongue or parapraxis. But for Lacan all our discourse is in a sense a slip of the tongue: if the process of language is as slippery and ambiguous as he suggests, we can never mean precisely what we say and never say precisely what we mean. Meaning is always in some sense an approximation, a near-miss, a part-failure, mixing non-sense and non-communication into sense and dialogue. ↗

— Terry Eagleton

#consciousness #discourse #failure #freudian-slips #lacan

Energy holds our potential in patterns of intelligence. Self awareness can take us to these shimmering fields so we can manifest our choices ~ Jeanne McElvaney ↗

— Jeanne McElvaney

#change-your-life #gotospirit-com #jeanne-mcelvaney #life-purpose #old-maggie-s-spirit-whispers

I loved you, you know... It's not my fault the world is what it is. ↗

— Ed Brubaker

#fatale #love #sean-phillips #world #death

Perhaps it was simple reflex, her own instinct for survival. Or perhaps it had been his words, bringing back the horror of her mother's death. But when he reached for the satchel, Adrianne ignored the knife and brought her foot up hard between his legs. The knife clattered to the ground only seconds before he did. "Bastard," she muttered as she sent the knife careening into the dark. "Now your pride's as small as your brain and just as useless." "Well put," Philip said as he came up behind her. ↗

— Nora Roberts

#philip #death