Biblical self-control is about keeping our loves in the right order.
     ― Drew Dyck,
  
    
      Your Future Self Will Thank You: Secrets to Self-Control from the Bible and Brain Science

Biblical self-control is about keeping our loves in the right order. ...

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Biblical self-control is about keeping our loves in the right order. ― Drew Dyck, ...
Keller explains: The ultimate disordered love, however—and the ultimate source of our discontent—is failure to love the first thing first, the failure to love God supremely.
     ― Drew Dyck,
  
    
      Your Future Self Will Thank You: Secrets to Self-Control from the Bible and Brain Science

Keller explains: The ultimate disordered love, however—and the ultimate source of our discontent—is failure...

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Keller explains: The ultimate disordered love, however—and the ultimate source of our discontent—is failure to love the first...
Call it the divinely inspired purpose statement. If you really want to bottom-line things, if you truly desire to know what’s most important, here’s what you need to do: Love God. Love others.
     ― Drew Dyck,
  
    
      Your Future Self Will Thank You: Secrets to Self-Control from the Bible and Brain Science

Call it the divinely inspired purpose statement. If you really want to bottom-line things,...

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Call it the divinely inspired purpose statement. If you really want to bottom-line things, if you truly desire...
The great irony of the debate about special treatment versus equal treatment for women, as Ginsburg noted, is that the separate modes thesis of the new legal feminists looks very much like the old typology in which the female is classified in terms of passion and its bonds, the male in terms of reason and its distinctions. And it was this typology of difference that had been used to justify the legal subordination of women until the 1970s. Most laws that drew an explicit distinction between men and women, as Ginsburg noted, did so ostensibly to protect women, or benignly prefer them. Laws prescribing the maximum number of hours women, but not men, could work; laws excluding women from hazardous occupations such as bartending; even laws requiring men but not women to serve on juries—all used the rhetoric of separate but equal to conceal their assumption that women could not fend for themselves.
     ― Jeffrey Rosen,
  
    
      Conversations with RBG: Ruth Bader Ginsburg on Life, Love, Liberty, and Law

The great irony of the debate about special treatment versus equal treatment for women,...

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The great irony of the debate about special treatment versus equal treatment for women, as Ginsburg noted, is...
Would that we loved the ancients more and copied them less! It has been said that the Greeks were great because they never drew from the antique.
     ― Kakuzō Okakura,
  
    
      The Book of Tea

Would that we loved the ancients more and copied them less! It has been...

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Would that we loved the ancients more and copied them less! It has been said that the Greeks...
The fragrance started off bright and happy, fresh-cut grass and sunshine, iced hibiscus tea, the best of a Sunday afternoon. Lavender and rose released their sweetness into the air so serenely you knew there was not a weed within ten yards of them. The scents filtered out through the store, and as Victoria and I watched, the customers began putting down their phones, looking about with greater interest, smiling at one another."Well, you certainly made them friendly," Victoria said.I just smiled.The fragrance began to deepen. Vanilla, the clarion call of mothers in aprons and after-school cookies warm from the oven. The women's expressions softened.Your life can be like this, the fragrance said. Your children will love you.Then, slowly, lazily, in came the scent of jasmine.Victoria tilted her head. "Hello, troublemaker," she said.It floated out across the room, heavy and sensual, the essence of beautiful, younger women. Women who birthed children and wore bikinis within a month, or worse yet, never had children at all, their stomachs taut, their breasts ripe. Women who drew the wandering eyes of husbands.Then, even as the customers began shifting away from each other with polite, nervous smiles, there came another scent, lurking inside the jasmine, where it always waited- a touch of indole. A trail that led you downward, into the dirt.But not enough- the fragrance was still too sweet. It hovered in the store, off-kilter."Hmm," Victoria said, her eyebrows pulling together."Wait," I said.The want of balance was like an ache in the air. The fragrance reached out, searching, begging for completion. It didn't want sweet. It didn't want nice.And then, out of the skin, the sweat, the very heat of the women's thoughts, came the missing base note. Keen edged as a knife, it rose to meet the sweetness.Jealousy.As we watched, one of the women picked up a cashmere throw and clutched it to her chest. Another sat down on a leather couch, her arms spread out like a claim jumper. Mine."Brilliant," Victoria said, stifling a laugh. "Absolutely brilliant.
     ― Erica Bauermeister,
  
    
      The Scent Keeper

The fragrance started off bright and happy, fresh-cut grass and sunshine, iced hibiscus tea,...

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The fragrance started off bright and happy, fresh-cut grass and sunshine, iced hibiscus tea, the best of a...
She could not really go until she could feel that her loss would be important. Perhaps if she had been totally convinced that I would be properly broken hearted she might have been able to end the affair with less than the difficulty it ultimately cost us. The portrait I drew of myself was always unflattering (but was it really unflattering? Wasn't it, actually, by insisting so on my inaccessibility making myself more attractive?)
     ― Alfred Hayes,
  
    
      In Love

She could not really go until she could feel that her loss would be...

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She could not really go until she could feel that her loss would be important. Perhaps if she...
Work in the palace wasn't half as strenuous as it had been at home with her stepmother and stepsisters, yet Cinderella hadn't been sleeping well.There was so much she'd missed during her unhappy years with Lady Tremaine; now that she was free, there was so much she wanted to do. There was so much she could do. She wanted to see the world and to help others who might have felt as lonely and trapped as she had. She didn't want to have to force herself to smile anymore just to bear each day; she wanted to find out what truly made her laugh, what truly made her happy. She wanted to get to the heart of things- to find the truth, instead of turning a blind eye.She drew a deep breath then, wiping the tears from her cheeks, and got up from her bed. Duchess Genevieve must be wondering what had happened to her. Cinderella faced her reflection in the mirror. "I'm not alone anymore. I have Louisa, the girls from the palace, even Duchess Genevieve..."Then why am I still crying?Because every time she dared hope for something, for some glimmer of happiness, it slipped from her grasp, almost like stardust. Whenever she reveled in something of her father and mother's, Lady Tremaine sold it- or destroyed it. When the Grand Duke was searching for her to bring her to the palace, Lady Tremaine locked her in the tower. When she had finally dared hope someone might care for her, it turned out to be part of a larger ploy.Could any happiness she found actually last beyond midnight?
     ― Elizabeth Lim,
  
    
      So This is Love

Work in the palace wasn’t half as strenuous as it had been at home...

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Work in the palace wasn't half as strenuous as it had been at home with her stepmother and...
Tom drew near, and tried to say something; but she only groaned. Honestly, and with tears running down his own cheeks, he spoke of a heart of love in the skies, of a pitying Jesus, and an eternal home; but the ear was deaf with anguish, and the palsied heart could not feel.
     ― Harriet Beecher Stowe,
  
    
      Uncle Tom's Cabin

Tom drew near, and tried to say something; but she only groaned. Honestly, and...

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Tom drew near, and tried to say something; but she only groaned. Honestly, and with tears running down...
Mike Kelleher from Obama’s Senate office was the person who stepped up to tackle the mess…He built the staff, drew up a ten-page strategic plan for the mail-room, wrote algorithms for a mail coding system, set up a casework decision tree, assembled a library of policy-response letters, and developed quality-control manuals. Pg 88
     ― Jeanne Marie Laskas,
  
    
      To Obama: With Love, Joy, Anger, and Hope

Mike Kelleher from Obama’s Senate office was the person who stepped up to tackle...

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Mike Kelleher from Obama’s Senate office was the person who stepped up to tackle the mess…He built the...