only those who sincerely and deeply attempt to express themselves realize what an inadequate tool language is.
"Questions of science, of science and progress, they don't speak as loud as my heart..." -Chris Martin, Coldplay
"I'm a war of head vs. heart, it's always this way. My head is weak, my heart always speaks before I know what it will say..." -Ben Gibbard, Death Cab for Cutie
"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye." -Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
I wanted to get out the door a little early this morning, so I used the electric razor. I was amazed to find that 5 minutes of shaving with a razor where the blades aren't even supposed to be touching my face gave me considerably more skin irritation than 20 minutes of dragging a razor blade over my face. Chalk up one more point for the double edge razor.
I've just started reading Jane Eyre, which by all accounts is a fantastic book so far, and not the least part of it is the Preface. Upon reading the preface, I discovered this little gem:
Having thus acknowledged what I owe those who have aided and approved me, I turn to another class; a small one, so far as I know, but not, therefore, to be overlooked. I mean the timorous or carping few who doubt the tendency of such books as "Jane Eyre:" in whose eyes whatever is unusual is wrong; whose ears detect in each protest against bigotry--that parent of crime--an insult to piety, that regent of God on earth. I would suggest to such doubters certain obvious distinctions; I would remind them of certain simple truths.
Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last. To pluck the mask from the face of the Pharisee, is not to lift an impious hand to the Crown of Thorns.
Thank you, Charlotte Brontë, for expounding that which so many have and still do overlook.