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I'm currently unsupervised
It frisks me out too but the possibilities are endless
The rain came down upon my head - Unshelter'd. And the wind rendered me mad and deaf and blind.
Were it not for the presence of the unwashed and the half-educated, the formless, queer and incomplete, the unreasonable and absurd, the infinite shapes of the delightful human tadpole, the horizon would not wear so wide a grin.
I consider a house without books or a piano to be unfurnished.
I obtained not the least thing from unexcelled, complete awakening, and for this very reason it is called unexcelled, complete awakening.
Here I am thirty-four years old, and yet my life is almost wholly unexpanded. How much time is in the germ! There is such an interval between my ideal and the actual in many circumstances that I may say I am unborn.
I may not be Meryl Streep, but I am not untalented.
Blessed is the memory of those who have kept themselves unspotted from the world. Yet more blessed and more dear the memory of those who have kept themselves unspotted in the world.
No one is born fully-formed: it is through self-experience in the world that we become what we are.
Messy hair, uncombed, gel-free, un-styled and perfectly imperfect.
I felt frighteningly unbridled.
An unawakened person sees only his mind, which is merely a reflection of the light of pure consciousness arising from the Heart.
Here is unfenced existence
Unblest is he who thinks himself unblest.[15]
screwed blued and tattooed
conceived and held up to the angry
There is, Oh Monks, a not-born, a not-become, a not-made, a not-compounded. Monks, if that unborn, not-become, not-made, not-compounded were not, there would be no escape from this here that is born, become, made and compounded.
motionless, waiting
Speechless, castaway and wry
a spellbound oddity am I
my feet are locked upon the clay
my gaze is locked upon the sky
Feelings are untidy ...
There is, monks, an unborn, unbecome, unmade, unconditioned. If, monks, there were no unborn ... no escape would be discerned from what is born, become, made, conditioned. But because there is an unborn ... , therefore an escape is discerned from what is born, become, made, conditioned.
Soundless speechless sorties of life.
In our century even our dreams are alike, even dreams are things we sell. Undifferentiated, which is just another way of saying indifferent.
How impotent my anger was, a surge with no place to land, and how familiar that was: my feelings strangled inside me, like little half-formed children, bitter and bristling.
An unSpiritual person is: A Human Current of Energy in an Ocean of Air
Out of the formless the forms appear.
He lay face down, listening to the silence. He was perfectly alone. Nobody was watching. Nobody else was there. He was not perfectly sure that he was there himself.
When you get down to it, unschooling is really just a fancy term for 'life' or 'growing up uninstitutionalized'.
Unattached to man or matter,
You remain aloof and cold.
The unmerciful man is most certainly an unblessed man. His sympathies are all dried up; he is afflicted with a chronic jaundice, and lives timidly and darkly in a little, narrow rat-hole of distrust.
Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.
Dead.
Even in the silence of my mind I cannot think the word. I cannot acknowledge this most obvious and terrible of truths.
An unpeaceful mind cannot operate normally.
Unbidden, a memory stirred in the back of Aeduan's mind. Another child, another basket, another lifetime, and a monk named Evrane, who had saved him from it all.
Evrane's mistake. She should have left Aeduan behind.
I am a cemetery by the moon unblessed.
By now I was utterly deprogrammed. I walked along naked usually, clothes being not only putrid but unnecessary. My skin had been baked a deep terra-cotta brown and was the constituency of harness leather. The sun no longer penetrated it. I retained my hat.
An unedified palate is the irrepressible cloven foot of the upstart. The
The absolutely Non-Manifested cannot be designated by any expression which could limit It, Separate It, or include It. In spite of this, every allusion alludes only to Him, every designation designates Him, and He is at the same time the Non-Manifested and the Manifested.
Alone, the world offers itself freely to us. To be unmasked, it has no choice.
Jaded. I never understood the term. Jade is pretty and worth something, yes? I was rusted if I was anything. Too long in the rain. Going out in an orange blaze of muted, anonymous, common-as-dirt oxidation.
I stood in this unsheltered place, 'til I could see the face behind the face.
Come to the conclusion: I am unborn, I was unborn and I shall remain unborn
Unencountered Language is the court and spark between words we recognize and those we don't.
Stern observes that unformulated experience is not only a source of defense, but also a source of creativity. We must allow the unformulated to organize itself.
Start unknown, finish unforgettable.
Unsound minds like unsound Bodies, if you feed, you poyson.
[Unsound minds, like unsound bodies, if you feed, you poison.]
this word needs to be reworded ==========
Uncontradicting solitude
Supports me on its giant palm;
And like a sea-anemone
Or simple snail, there cautiously
Unfolds, emerges, what I am.
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The Awakened One sees the observer and the observed as one. The unawakened one sees the observer and the observed as different.
By unnerving definition, anything that the heart has chosen for its own mysterious reasons it can always unchoose later - again, for its own mysterious reasons.
I shall be a vestibule of unhampered sanity.
An unfinished feeling.
Undine was fiercely independent and yet passionately imitative. She wanted to surprise every one by her dash and originality, but she could not help modelling herself on the last person she met.
Pardon, gentles all, the flat unraised spirits that have dared on this unworthy scaffold to bring forth so great an object.
I am one of billions. I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form. I will be ungathered. The stardust will go on to be other things someday and I will be free.
I remained motionless, like a ventriloquist's dummy whose ventriloquist has gone off to the local and left it sitting.
I wanted to call you, but I find myself feeling ... awkward when it comes to you."
"'Awkward' is the word du jour," I agreed. "So, I make you nervous?"
"Not quite nervous," he said. "Just unsettled."
I wriggled my eyebrows and inched a little closer to him. "Unsettled, that's even better.
Surrounded by strangers who love me
(un)strangers made strange
by pain
All good writing leaves something unexpressed.
In sum I'm not what either parent or I had in mind. One hoped I'd be astonishing, forceful, triumphant - heroical in other words. One dead. I myself conventional. I turn out I.
pickled in formaldehyde and painted like a whore, / Shrimp-pink incorruptible, not lost or gone before.
I'm solitary as a pulled tooth, Lonely as an unwelcome truth, Lost as a minnow out of school, A genius in a crop of fools.
I am as one who is left alone at a banquet, the lights dead and the flowers faded.
Crude thoughts and fierce forces are my state. I do not know who I am. Nor what I was. I cannot hear a sound. Pain is near that will be like no pain felt before.
A totally unmystical world would be a world totally blind and insane.
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I.
Sealed off from enchantment, the modern buffered self is also sealed off from significance, left to ruminate in a stew of its own ennui.
Now I am the unknown, the unknowable.
The uninitiated are those who believe in nothing except what they can grasp in their hands, and who deny the existence of all that is invisible.
Thou art the thing itself: unaccommodated man is no more but such a poor bare, forked animal as thou art.
I am an "unrealized" character, dramatically speaking ...
Vulnerable, messed-up, inadequate
An unreflective mind is a poor roof. Passion, like the rain, floods the house. But if the roof is strong, there is shelter. Whoever follows impure thoughts Suffers in this world and the next. In both worlds he suffers And how greatly.
Bidden or unbidden, God is present.
Engaged, yet detached. Active, yet calm. Moving, yet still. This is how it is to be awake in the world.
The voluntary captive
The speechless the prisoner
Which I hide in my very depths ...
Gone. Vanished. Nothing left. Nothing said.
All the unhurried day / Your mind lay open like a drawer of knives,
If some people are "outed," are other people "inned"? Can we say that someone has been "besided" or "overed"?
Dead. It sounds final but it's a word missing an ing.
Grief-stricken. Stricken is right; it is as though you had been felled. Knocked to the ground; pitched out of life and into something else.
The form most contradictory to human life that can appear among the human species is the self-sat-isfied man.
I am, as it is bliss to be,
Still and untroubled.
There's a ghost in this house! An unquiet spirit!"
Unquiet spirit?" Shane said under his breath. "Is that politically correct for pissed off? You know, like Undead American or something?
Soulless. Banished. But never forgotten.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
Unk had no way of judging the quality of the information contained in the letter. He accepted it all hungrily, uncritically. And, in accepting it, Unk gained an understanding of life that was identical with the writer's understanding of life. Unk wolfed down a philosophy.
You bore ne rigid.
If it were possible to talk to the unborn, one could never explain to them how it feels to be alive, for life is washed in the speechless real.
perplexed, but not driven to despair.
He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and wilful and wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild air and brackish waters and the seaharvest of shells and tangle and veiled grey sunlight.
A simple creature unlettyrde. Julian of Norwich called herself.
The most unlearned and uninformed female who ever dared to be an authoress. Echoed Jane Austen - four hundred years afterward.
Always espect the unespected
My brain
Worked with a dim and undetermined sense
Of unknown modes of being; o'er my thoughts
There hung a darkness, call it solitude
Or blank desertion.
All we got is the family unbroke.
All unquiet things,
which stir too strongly the soul's secret springs
A book unopened alters not the ink on its pages. What is there is there.
Simple, like uncarved wood.
When shucked and released from its edges, the windowless subject stands alone as its own thing.