Life's splendor forever lies in wait about each one of us in all its fullness, but veiled from view, deep down, invisible, far off. It is there, though, not hostile, not reluctant, not deaf. If you summon it by the right word, by its right name, it will come.
(Franz Kafka (1883-1924), German novelist, short-story writer. The Diaries of Franz Kafka: 1910-1923, entry for October 18, 1921, ed. Max Brod (1948).)
Only the desert has a fascinationto ride alonein the sun in the forever unpossessed countryaway from man. That is a great temptation.
(D.H. (David Herbert) Lawrence (1885-1930), British author. letter, Sept. 29, 1922, written while in the United States. The Letters of D.H. Lawrence, vol. 4, eds. James T. Boulton, E. Mansfield, and W. Roberts (1987).)
The power we exert over the future behavior of our children is enormous. Even after they have left home, even after we have left the world, there will always be part of us that will remain with them forever.
(Neil Kurshan (20th century), U.S. rabbi. Raising Your Child to Be a Mensch, ch. 5 (1987).)
The opposite of love is not hate, as many believe, but rather indifference. Nothing communicates disinterest more clearly than distancing. A child cannot feel valued by parents who are forever absorbed in their own affairs.
(Dorothy Corkville Briggs (20th century), U.S. parent educator. Your Child's Self-Esteem, ch. 7 (1975).)
We can't forever be spending our lives paying for political follies that never gave us anything but always took from us, and I am content with the narrowest metes and bounds provided I have peace and quiet for work.
(Stefan Zweig (18811942), Austrian writer. letter from Petropolis, Sept. 17, 1941, to his first wife, Friderike. Stefan and Friderike Zweig: Their Correspondence 19121942, p. 332, Hastings House (1954).)
The boys dressed themselves, hid their accoutrements, and went off grieving that there were no outlaws any more, and wondering what modern civilization could claim to have done to compensate for their loss. They said they would rather be outlaws a year in Sherwood Forest than President of the United States forever.
(Mark Twain [Samuel Langhorne Clemens] (1835-1910), U.S. author. The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, ch. 8 (1876).)