I tried to tell her: This way the twig is bent. Born of my trunk and strengthened by my roots, You must stretch newgrown branches Closer to the sun Than I can reach.
I wanted to say: Extend my self to that far atmosphere Only my dreams allow.
But the twig broke, And yesterday I saw her Walking down an unfamiliar street, Feet confident Face slanted upward toward a threatening sky, And She was smiling And she was Her very free, Her very individual, Unpliable Own
My passionate sense of social justice and social responsibility has always contrasted oddly with my pronounced lack of need for direct contact with other human beings and human communities. I am truly a "lone traveler" and have never belonged to my country, my home, my friends, or even my immediate family, with my whole heart; in the face of all these ties, I have never lost a sense of distance and a need for solitude - feelings which increase with the years.
Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)
Source: Ideas And Opinions, Pages: 9 (The World As I See It)
It is one thing to remember, another to know. To remember is to safeguard something entrusted to the memory. But to know is to make each thing one's own, not depend on the text and always to look back to the teacher. "Zeno said this, Cleanthes said this." Let there be space between you and the book.
You're getting like an attitude. What you get put through for just wanting something more out of life. Makes you vulnerable. Inside, that tug of desperation, trying not to be excited, maybe this is it, and it's usually freaks and you want to shout I'm not like you.
Source: The Only Good Thing Anyone Has Ever Done, Pages: 166