Some of them may be forgotten with the passage of time whereas others leave an everlasting imprint on ,the mind.
In the nearly thirty years since then, I’ve learned a lot more about Marxism, and I have to say that I’m still pretty much convinced.
People who have never experienced this dream of creating a utopia on earth don’t understand the events shaping the world today.
In fact, a wise man is one who is neither overjoyed in prosperity nor takes adversity to heart. I was very much anxious because the question of my career was involved in it.
last year, I passed the Higher Secondary Examination. A day earlier, when the result was expected to be published in the local newspapers, I spent a restless night.
Pearl is an old street in the shadow of elms; turreted stone buildings rise behind trim lawns. Sometimes I stop for a moment and look at the sky — still the deepest blue, as yet with no stars — and feel a kind of triumph: not that I’ve escaped New York City, not that I’ve endured four more hours on the telephone, not that I live in a place where I know no one and no one knows me — but that the sky and I still survive, after a million years. My most satisfying moments are quite painful (and only satisfying in retrospect) in that I am fulfilling my potential to the point I am stretching it (i.e., going beyond a previous limitation).
Sparrow Denver, Colorado , a play by Barbara Mitchell! A few coughs, more restless shifting around me, while I sat rigid. This always involves facing a fear and thus feeling pain and confusion and thus appearing to be unhappy.
This conversion has brought a peace to my heart that was absent before. every thing, every small thing, all of the universe holy, singing, unafraid. I suppose eventually we walked back to Aunt Elma’s house.
But as far as a feeling of intense happiness, I have to say that those first moments when I became a socialist were the peak experience of my life. I’ve had other moments of happiness, but none so alive, so certain, so un-self-conscious.
It was my tribute to him, written from deep within the pain of missing him.
That was the one moment, he confesses, that he knew what happiness was. It has nothing to do with drifting pleasantly through life. Jim Ralston Petersburg, West Virginia ignorant girl who’d gone to New York and met another ignorant girl my own age from Grenoble, France.