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Now I am the unknown, the unknowable.
were all wired to come come unwound.
Unbutton, unzip, unclip, untie, undo, undress."
"Understood," she replied.
I can't be left unsupervised.
All unquiet things,
which stir too strongly the soul's secret springs
unanswered questions
I have fallen,
for your words.
They are like,
a gossamer cobweb,
I have been,
embroiled,
decoyed,
snared into!
Incapacitated.
I fail to escape.
I fail to liberate.
Your words,
didn't redeem,
made me a,
captive instead.
Feelings are untidy ...
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.
Alone, the world offers itself freely to us. To be unmasked, it has no choice.
Nobody can be uncheered with a balloon.
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.
Unwinds didn't go out with a bang-they didn't even go out with a whimper. they went out with the silence of a candle flame pinched between two fingers.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I.
To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.
Left alone, I was passive; repulsed, I withdrew; forgotten - my lips would not utter, nor my eyes dart a reminder.
Trapped in a trap of your own making.
this word needs to be reworded ==========
The fixed is the world without fire- dead flint, dead tinder, and nowhere a spark. It is motion without direction, force without power, the aimless procession of caterpillars round the rim of a vase, and I hate it because at any moment I myself might step to that charmed and glistening thread.
Unbidden, Unwelcome, Yet unable to resist, I entered a stranger's life
The soul is undiscovered
though explored forever
to a depth beyond report.
The voluntary captive
The speechless the prisoner
Which I hide in my very depths ...
I'd trapped myself in a script ... But to be scripted at all is to be prepackaged, programmed, pinned to a page. Only the unwritten can truly live a life. So who I was, what I was, had to be unwritten.
Umbed by disappointment and betrayal, like a child who had been awakened suddenly from a summer dream about christmas morning.
But he found himself rounding syllables like stones in his mouth, silently. He knew he was shy, and thought to be stupid; he was beginning to suspect, thought, that he wasn't stupid. Perhaps not even slow. Merely uneducated. But not, he hoped, uneducable.
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?
It was my tongue that swore; my heart is unsworn.
For the book unwritten is the book burned.
I was swept away by the irresistible desiderium incognitti which breaks down all obstacles and refuses to recognise the impossible
A boy is better unborn than untaught.
She did not dare let it behind her, all unseen. Unseemly. All unseamed.
Utterly, irrevocably, lost
An unedified palate is the irrepressible cloven foot of the upstart. The
Deconstruction: peering suspiciously at the text, I wait for it to make a slip and betray itself.
Speechless, castaway and wry
a spellbound oddity am I
my feet are locked upon the clay
my gaze is locked upon the sky
I obtained not the least thing from unexcelled, complete awakening, and for this very reason it is called unexcelled, complete awakening.
Soulless. Banished. But never forgotten.
He couldn't say the words, had spent too long in Silence, but he'd learned other ways to speak. Taking the paperweight she'd knocked off her desk out of his pocket, he put it in her hands. It's fixed. As long as you don't mind more than a few scars.
I live quite an unsettled life.
The undemanding reader asks no questions-and gets no answers.
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Jack Speight undid me, then I almost undid myself. But I've undone some of the bad, too, some of the damage. With help. With luck and love.
A generation of the unteachable is hanging upon us like a necklace of corpses.
Muscle, had goggled him and muzzled him - goggled his mind, muzzled his speech, goggled his perception, muzzled his protest.
The rain came down upon my head - Unshelter'd. And the wind rendered me mad and deaf and blind.
In the stillness of the mind I saw myself as I am - unbound.
Dearest Virgin - um, Oversexed Lassiter
The unspeakable in pursuit of the uneatable!
Feeling unglued is really all I've ever known. And I'm starting to wonder if maybe it's all I'll ever be.
This is how you unraveled me. Thread by thread. Until I was bare, Wearing nothing but my skin And my bones And my blood.
I've never been free in my whole life. Inside I've always chased myself. I've become intolerable to myself. I live in a lacerating duality. I'm seemingly free, but I'm a prisoner inside of me.
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.
She had been tied to an incubus, the memory of a love that had been rejected and had had nowhere to go; she had been locked into a dead relationship and now the last dried skin of it had fallen away, like the scab on a wound, and she was free.
I'm an enigma, an unknown.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable.
A mind possessed
by unmade books,
unwritten lines
on empty hooks.
If you mean to unhinge me, young Jhonis, you will need to be more convincing. Allow me to demonstrate. You are a surface-crawling, poisonless bug who means to frighten a wolf. For I will trample you beneath my toe without ever knowing you existed.
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.
Uncontradicting solitude
Supports me on its giant palm;
And like a sea-anemone
Or simple snail, there cautiously
Unfolds, emerges, what I am.
The unforeseen, that strange, haughty power which plays with man, had seized Gauvain and held him fast.
Alert. Aware. Dreams and memories slip away. Thoughts tumble. Tangled. Confused. Sounds from my mouth are primal. What I want to say, what I need to say stays locked inside.
My cup of sweets is not unmingled: it is dashed with a bitterness that I cannot hide from myself, disguise it as I will.
May the mysteries that confound you, be unraveled.
One word: Ijustgotpregnant.
What was unspeakable found voice and its bleating froze the air for a moment hacked from the fabric of time as the secret of all stabbed at his ears.
I am unboreable in the great outdoors.
Not unseated,
Not even touched
By the shocks of sickness,
Gods stand worlds from men.
Least said, soonest mended.
Unplayed sound is like unspoken words.
Unmentioned, what is can become as though it were not.
I felt frighteningly unbridled.
We are caught inside a mystery, veiled in an enigma, locked inside a riddle
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.
Unnerved, the nerve, you're nervous, nervous that I'm right.
Untouchability is a many-headed monster and forms, some of them so subtle as not to be easily detected.
Whenever truth stands in the mind unaccompanied by the evidence upon which it depends, it cannot properly be said to be apprehended at all.
untrammelled flow
My natural elasticity was crushed, my intellect languished, the disposition to read departed, the cheerful spark that lingered about my eye died; the dark night of slavery closed in upon me; and behold a man transformed into a brute!
Buried emotions are caged nighthawks that have fallen in love with the moon. They don't understand the sun because they were born with the darkness of shadows in their soul.
It seems that I have been held in some dreaming state
A tourist in the waking world world, never quite awake.
No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber,
Until I realised that it was you who held me under.
Your mind is made up but your mouth is undone.
In this spot, he is housed in evil. Reader, unbury him with a word.
How undisturbed, the sleep of the foolish.
There is death.
Making his way through all of it.
On the surface: unflappable, unwavering.
Below: unnerved, untied, and undone.
Alone into the alone.-- C.s. Lewis
You couldn't see the key around my neck: it hung too low under both collars. But if I leaned in close, I could make it out, buried deep beneath. Out of sight, hard to recognize, but still able to be found, even if I was the only one to ever look for it.
Frankly, I kind of want you to be haunted by the unansweredness of the question, because I think being haunted by such things is a valuable part of being a person.
You can't unkiss a man you've kissed. I
My tongue swore, but my mind was still unpledged.
I am free, anonymous man. My flights and falls occurred while I was wearing a magical cap of of invisibility, my successes and sins sailed on in invisible corvettes, and films and books flew off into the abyss in invisible strongboxes. I am free, anonymous.
Soundless speechless sorties of life.
The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong too great to be told;
I hunger to build them anew and sit on a green knoll apart ...
When shucked and released from its edges, the windowless subject stands alone as its own thing.
You untangle a knot with slow teasing, not sharp pulling, and believe me we have here a knot such as I have never seen. But I will unpick it. I will.
With every word unspoken each moment comes undone.
I'm an unpure purist, something like that.
Unzip my body, take my heart out
Alone, but not alone
I am visible and immutable - carefully hidden behind a secret, secret. I