I hear the word in the hall over and over again. Suicide. Suicide. Suicide. Did he or didn’t he? Everyone’s got a guess. Still no one knows for sure, except Gabe, but he’s not talking. Why does it even matter? He’s gone. His, ours, theirs— ...
life - your gunna meet some two faced people, some bosses that make your soul cringe, some places you wished you'd never walked into... But then you'll grow, you'll learn that your gut instinct isn't nieve, your boss can ' fuck it' because your dream...
There is a place so pure and true, beyond your deep and restless thoughts you'll find an imaginative longitude for dear shelter, completely lost in time... It's made of love, of magic dreams, where you can be yourself and free... Where roses of white...
We will ensure a place for you in heaven, but we will make this place a hell." Religious exploiters "Follow us for a greater economy and other superficial dreams, and we will make sure it never happens, ever." Political Class "I search for happiness ...
Galvanized people can do careless things. It is in the extreme and emotion-laden moments that distance and coolness are most required. I am tempted to howl in rage. It is not my place to do so. My job is to try to dissect the event, place it in conte...
You have to understand that only the very worst end up here: the ones whose anger made them kill, and who felt no sorrow or guilt after the act; those so obsessed with themselves that they turned their backs on the sufferings of others, and left them...
It was Stevenson, I think, who most notably that there are some places that simply demand a story should be told of them. ... After all, perhaps Stevenson had only half of the matter. It is true there are places which stir the mind to think that a st...
Men and women are never placed too far apart to be near.
Never sit in the place of a man who can say to you, "Rise.".
I want an infinitely blank book and the rest of time.
His eyes missed her as much as the rest of him.
Alive or dead, the truth won't rest. Rise up while you can.
Nothing lives long but the mountains and the earth. All the rest is air.
Compared to the rest of the world, it's like we're living in Disneyland.
I know this is war, but the rest of us are trying to pretend it's a party.
When they're talking about me they're letting someone else rest.
A traitor commits his crime but once. The rest/is retribution.
Still, without faithfulness of heart there is little value in all the rest.
The minute I was told what to do at any age, I did the opposite. Hopefully I'll do that for the rest of my life.
Art history is less explosive than the rest of history, so it sinks faster into the pulverized regions of time.
Barbaric is letting the woman suffer to be alone for the rest of her life.
