36 Quotes by Martha Stout

Conscience is the window of our spirit, evil is the curtain. – Doug Horton.

The politician, small or lofty, who menaces the people with frequent reminders of the possibility of crime, violence, or terrorism, and who then uses their magnified fear to gain allegiance, is more likely to be a successful con artist than a legitimate leader.

The person who suffers from a severe trauma disorder must decide between surviving in a barely sublethal misery of numbness and frustration, and taking a chance that may well bring her a better life, but that feels like stupidly issuing an open invitation to the unspeakable horror that waits to consume her alive. And in the manner of the true hero, she must choose to take the risk. For.

It may be that we are puppets – puppets controlled by the strings of society. But at least we are puppets with perception, with awareness. And perhaps our awareness is the first step to our liberation. – Stanley Milgram.

You can fool too many of the people too much of the time.” – JAMES THURBER.

I don’t change. It’s not that I change. Reality changes. Everything becomes very small, and I exist entirely inside my mind. Even my own body isn’t real.” Indicating.

In northwest Alaska, kunlangeta “might be applied to a man who, for example, repeatedly lies and cheats and steals things and does not go hunting, and, when the other men are out of the village, takes sexual advantage of many women.” The Inuits tacitly assume that kunlangeta is irremediable. And so, according to Murphy, the traditional Inuit approach to such a man was to insist he go hunting, and then, in the absence of witnesses, push him off the edge of the ice.

If all you had ever felt toward another person were the cold wish to “win,” how would you understand the meaning of love, of friendship, of caring? You would not understand. You would simply go on dominating, and denying, and feeling superior. Perhaps you would experience a little emptiness sometimes, a remote sense of dissatisfaction, but that is all.

It’s so hard, because so much of the time when I’m here, what you’re seeing is not what I’m seeing. I feel like such an imposter. I’m out in my ocean, and you don’t know that. And I can’t tell you what’s going on. Sometimes I’d really like to tell you, but I can’t. I’m gone.