layers

Writers are like onions, layers upon layers upon layers.

When you strip away all the layers one by one, not much remains to __iscover._ You will never find real meaning among your selfish interests, feelings, and aspirations. The answers do not lie within you.

... as we travel again between life and death, Waking and dream, blinking, while layers within layers,None better, none worse, unravel and knit up before us . . .

But here is the thing about anger: People hold onto it because letting go means dealing with pain. It is a coping strategy that seems to show strength and confidence, but in reality it shows how much you care about someone's actions, which leads to this question: Why is this person's respect so important to you?

Tree trunks are composed of layers of growth. Meaningful expressions are composed of layers of words. Say something meaningful.

What can we expect from an empty shell Where many hearts of pearl once beat to dwell Waves fail to break hard layer's bond of loveWailing shore sends memoir to the sky above

Judgement is always based on experience and sometimes you will battle a person's history first, before commonsense will ever win the war.

Meditation works in many layers. It works in our genes, in our DNA

A grownup is a child with layers on.

I'm like an onion. You can peel away my layers, but the further you go, the more it'll make you cry.

In the spring and summer I watched my plants flower, but it was, perhaps, in winter that I loved them best, when their skeletons were exposed. Then I felt they had more to say to me, were not simply dressing themselves for the crowds. Stripped of their leaves, their identities showed forth stark, essential.

We live beneath many layers. Some are for our protection, and some are for our control.

The memories seem to come in layers. For example, the first memory might be of incest; then they remember robes and candles; next they realize that their father or mother or both were present when they were being abused. Another layer will be the memory of seeing other people hurt and even killed. Then they remember having seen babies killed. Another layer is realizing that they participated in the sacrifices. One of the most painful memories may be that they even sacrificed their own baby. With each layer of memory comes another set of problems with which they must deal._ Glenn L. Pace; "Ritualistic Child Abuse," memo

. . . I'm not pretty, not close up anyway. Generally, the closer people get to me the less hot they find me.

Never miss an opportunity to be truly and deeply humiliated! The shame will carve you down to an individual of exquisite layering, and in the process, etch within you the arcs of exceptional narrative.

I bit into the chocolate chip. Slowed myself down.By then, almost a week in, I could sort through the assault of layers a little more quickly. The chocolate chips were from a factory, so they had that same slight metallic, absent taste to them, and the butter had been pulled from cows in pens, so the richness was not as full. The eggs were tinged with a hint of far away and plastic. All of those parts hummed in the distance, and then the baker, who'd mixed the batter and formed the dough, was angry. A tight anger, in the cookie itself.