
Source: Interview by Jonathan Robinson (1994), p. 163.
Are We on the Road to War?
Context: I sometimes have the feeling that I have lived through all this before and, in a sense, I have. I was sixteen years old when the first World War broke out, and I lived at that time in Hungary. From reading the newspapers in Hungary, it would have appeared that, whatever Austria and Germany did was right and whatever England, France, Russia, or America did was wrong. A good case could be made out for this general thesis, in almost every single instance. It would have been difficult for me to prove, in any single instance, that the newspapers were wrong, but somehow, it seemed to me unlikely that the two nations located in the center of Europe should be invariably right, and that all the other nations should be invariably wrong. History, I reasoned, would hardly operate in such a peculiar fashion, and it didn't take long until I began to hold views which were diametrically opposed to those held by the majority of my schoolmates.
Source: Interview by Jonathan Robinson (1994), p. 163.
Gopinath Kaviraj, Sri Sri Ma Anandamayi: Upadesa O Prasnottara, p. 1
By followers
1960s, Why Jesus Called A Man A Fool (1967)
Context: I don’t mind telling you this morning that sometimes I feel discouraged. I felt discouraged in Chicago. As I move through Mississippi and Georgia and Alabama, I feel discouraged. Living every day under the threat of death, I feel discouraged sometimes. Living every day under extensive criticisms, even from Negroes, I feel discouraged sometimes. Yes, sometimes I feel discouraged and feel my work’s in vain. But then the Holy Spirit revives my soul again.
“Humans have super senses that appear sometimes in their dreams and sometimes in their daily lives”
Interview for French TV (1998)
“Now that I have found someone
I'm feeling more alone
Than I ever have before.”
"Brick", Whatever and Ever Amen (1997).
Song lyrics, With Ben Folds Five
“Harry Dresden: Sometimes I hate having a conscience, and a stupidly thorough sense of honor.”
Source: The Dresden Files, Fool Moon (2001), Chapter 1