And yet, for the fully modern being, not being able to tweet or otherwise ” share” – feelings, opinions, thoughts, jokes, links to cat videos or pictures of dinner – for even an hour is akin to eternal exile in the desert, and hence in part the rising tide of juror-caused mistrials across the planet

And yet, for the fully modern being, not being able to tweet or otherwise

And yet, for the fully modern being, not being able to tweet or otherwise ” share” – feelings, opinions, thoughts, jokes, links to cat videos or pictures of dinner – for even an hour is akin to eternal exile in the desert, and hence in part the rising tide of juror-caused mistrials across the planet (Christie Blatchford, Life Sentence: Stories from Four Decades of Court Reporting — or, How I Fell Out of Love with the Canadian Justice System)

The greatest thing that gives me peace about time is knowing that I get to make choices about what I do with it. I also find it amazing that when there is something I really want to do, I find the time for it

The greatest thing that gives me peace about time is knowing that I get to make choices about what I do with it. I also find it amazing that when there is something I really want to do, I find the time for it

The greatest thing that gives me peace about time is knowing that I get to make choices about what I do with it. I also find it amazing that when there is something I really want to do, I find the time for it (Sheri Kaye Hoff, Relax Into Inspired Action: Connect the Pieces and Live Fulfilled)

In this instance, however, the answer was quite straightforward: “Men want women beautiful, romantic… birds of paradise instead of hurrying brown hens,” said Bazaar in October 1945. As families were reestablished, there was a move toward a celebratory fashion of fecundity, with closer-fitting waists and rounder hips

In this instance, however, the answer was quite straightforward: “Men want women beautiful, romantic… birds of paradise instead of hurrying brown hens,” said Bazaar in October 1945. As families were reestablished, there was a move toward a celebratory fashion of fecundity, with closer-fitting waists and rounder hips (Amanda Mackenzie Stuart, Empress of Fashion: A Life of Diana Vreeland)

Some prevailing signs of social climbers are their:- ticking cunning ambition- times of deceit- hand of wickedness- gloves of bigotry- hidden bunch of schemes- cup of pride- sip of prejudice- odour of greed- grit of hatredTheir favorite hunger is comparing themselves to others. A thirst of competition with sloth, jealousy and anger at their spirits

Some prevailing signs of social climbers are their:- ticking cunning ambition- times of deceit- hand of wickedness- gloves of bigotry- hidden bunch of schemes- cup of pride- sip of prejudice- odour of greed- grit of hatredTheir favorite hunger is comparing themselves to others. A thirst of competition with sloth, jealousy and anger at their spirits

Some prevailing signs of social climbers are their:- ticking cunning ambition- times of deceit- hand of wickedness- gloves of bigotry- hidden bunch of schemes- cup of pride- sip of prejudice- odour of greed- grit of hatredTheir favorite hunger is comparing themselves to others. A thirst of competition with sloth, jealousy and anger at their spirits (Angelica Hopes, Landscapes of a Heart, Whispers of a Soul)

It’s not that I don’t believe in God, it’s simply that I doubt His kindness. I am suspicious of His motives. There is no logical (or illogical for that matter) evidence to prove that God truly is who He claims to be, or what His followers claim Him to be: omniscient, all-hearing, merciful… In fact, all evidence points in the opposite direction

It’s not that I don’t believe in God, it’s simply that I doubt His kindness. I am suspicious of His motives. There is no logical (or illogical for that matter) evidence to prove that God truly is who He claims to be, or what His followers claim Him to be: omniscient, all-hearing, merciful… In fact, all evidence points in the opposite direction

It’s not that I don’t believe in God, it’s simply that I doubt His kindness. I am suspicious of His motives. There is no logical (or illogical for that matter) evidence to prove that God truly is who He claims to be, or what His followers claim Him to be: omniscient, all-hearing, merciful… In fact, all evidence points in the opposite direction (Ava Farmehri, Through the Sad Wood Our Corpses Will Hang)