My hope was that organizations would start including this range of skills in their training programs - in other words offer an adult education in social and emotional intelligence.
Anyone who knows history particularly the history of Europe will I think recognize that the domination of education or of government by any one particular religious faith is never a happy arrangement for the people.
Las Vegas is a very strange place. It's a place of broken dreams.
This may sound strange but I had dreams as a kid of doing exactly what I ended up doing in my life.
I always wanted to be a Californian. In my wildest dreams I always liked California - it's the place where oranges grows on trees! Fruit just falls off the trees.
It's like one of those dreams you have when someone is chasing you. You're running as fast as you can and someone's trotting behind you just out of range trying to grab onto you.
In my dreams I hear again the crash of guns the rattle of musketry the strange mournful mutter of the battlefield.
I was always a dreamer in childhood especially. People thought I was a little strange.
We all dream we do not understand our dreams yet we act as if nothing strange goes on in our sleep minds strange at least by comparison with the logical purposeful doings of our minds when we are awake.
Wherever there is a design that is highly successful in a broad range of similar environments it is apt to emerge again and again independently - the phenomenon known in biology as convergent evolution. I call these designs 'good tricks.'
For two years nobody talked about anything other than the name arrangement. There was no fund-raising and no progress being made on construction and design.
I write the way you might arrange flowers. Not every try works but each one launches another. Every constraint even dullness frees up a new design.
It's all in how you arrange the thing... the careful balance of the design is the motion.
I couldn't have foreseen all the good things that have followed my mother's death. The renewed energy the surprising sweetness of grief. The tenderness I feel for strangers on walkers. The deeper love I have for my siblings and friends. The desire to play the mandolin. The gift of a visitation.
How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.
I never really got on that well with Yoko anyway. Strangely enough I only started to get to know her after John's death.
People fear death even more than pain. It's strange that they fear death. Life hurts a lot more than death. At the point of death the pain is over. Yeah I guess it is a friend.
Death most resembles a prophet who is without honor in his own land or a poet who is a stranger among his people.
I don't really talk about my personal life. It's a strange and funny and weird thing. Sometimes you have a conversation with someone and the paparazzi snaps a picture of you and people decide you're dating. If I try to answer everything people say I would be up all night.
Dating is kind of hard. Like dinner or something like that. Like a forced awkward situation is very strange. Especially for me for some reason.
Dating is just awkward moments and one person wants more than the other. It's just that constant strangeness. I think it's a very real thing.
I like the bad-boy types. Generally the guy I'm attracted to is the guy in the club with all the tattoos and nail polish. He's usually the lead singer in a punk band and plays guitar. But my serious boyfriends are relatively clean-cut nice guys. So it's strange.
I didn't really hear any other music other than what my dad was working on until I was 12. My recollection of hearing other music was that I liked some things that I heard but I always thought 'Where's the rest of it?' It didn't have the same amount of detail or instrumentation or imagination in the arrangements.
I met Gemma my wife when she was 12. She had a schoolgirl crush on me and her dad had arranged for her to meet me. Later she started coming to my concerts but I only got to know her well after her mother died. I rang to see how she was and that's how it started.
Men may yearn for peace cry for peace and work for peace but there will be no peace until they follow the path pointed out by the Living Christ. He is the true light of men's lives.