A Quote by Thomas Sowell

The curse of the intelligentsia is their ability to rationalize and re-define. Ordinary people, lacking that gift, are forced to face reality. — © Thomas Sowell
The curse of the intelligentsia is their ability to rationalize and re-define. Ordinary people, lacking that gift, are forced to face reality.
I believe we all must face the fact of death. It is both gift and curse.
'Southcliffe' is an anthem to ordinary people's ability to reinvent themselves in the face of ultimate darkness.
I don't know that I could really define love. I can't . . . again, it's like trying to define what this creative force is. It's beyond my ability to really define. If I can define it, then it's not it. We're right back to that thing again.
Your age doesn't define your maturity; your grades don't define your ability; and what people say about you doesn't define who you are.
Any messages for me?" Usually I got one or two, but mostly people who wanted my help preferred to talk in person. "Yes. Hold on." She pulled out a handful of pink tickets and recited from memory, without checking the paper. "Seven forty-two a.m., Mr. Gasparian: I curse you. I curse your arms so they wither and die and fall off your body. I curse your eyeballs to explode. I curse your feet to swell until blue. I curse your spine to crack. I curse you. I curse you. I curse you.
One has to belong to the intelligentsia to believe things like that: no ordinary man could be such a fool.
Southcliffe is an anthem to ordinary peoples ability to reinvent themselves in the face of ultimate darkness.
It has taken awhile, but I certainly do know it now ­­– the most wonderful gift I had, the gift I finally learned to cherish above all else, was the gift of all those perfectly ordinary days.
For the curse of Cain, the curse of being an outcast and a wanderer over the face of the earth has been removed.
When we define our happiness by some point in the future, it will never arrive. We'll keep waiting until tomorrow. If we allow impatience to govern us, we will miss the gift of the moment. We'll arrive at that point in time we expected to provide fulfillment and find it lacking.
I was blessed with a gift. It's a gift and a curse. It never ends.
I was blessed with a gift. It's a gift and a curse. It never ends
My ability to throw a baseball was a gift. It was a God-given gift. And I am truly appreciative of that gift.
We see this as a test of their ability to face reality.
We need to finally accept that all sentient creatures are deserving of basic rights. I define basic rights as this -the ability to pursue life without having someone else's will involuntarily forced upon you.
Creativity is essentially a lonely art. An even lonelier struggle. To some a blessing. To others a curse. It is in reality the ability to reach inside yourself and drag forth from your very soul an idea.
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