It must have been an endless breathing in: between the wish to know and the wish to praise there was no seam.
But we are strong, each in our purpose, and we are all more strong together.
Purpose is the great divider that separates those who are simply living, from those who are truly alive.
Rina’s always claimed that I expect too little from life,” Standard said. “Then at least you’ll never be disappointed.
It was all he'd felt for too long to change now. Maybe it was too late for any other kind of life. This was all he knew. It was safe, insulated. Familiar. An absense of emotion kept him sane. Or what passed for it.
I help others because I can, not because I expect something in return.
[O]ne cannot separate violence from the very exist ence of the state (as the apparatus of class domination): from the standpoint of the'subordinated and oppressed, the very existence of a state is a fact of violence (in the same sense in which, for...
Cam and I just broke up." Cam laughed, hugging me even tighter into his side. I huffed, trying to wriggle free. "What are you doing?" "Getting back together with you.
You’ve stopped crying. I’m glad. I don’t want you to cry anymore.
Health is normal. The human body is a self-repairing, self-defending, self-healing marvel. Disease is relatively difficult to induce, considering the body's powerful immune system. However, this complicated and delicate machinery can be damaged if fe...
I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.
You have to make choices even when there is nothing to choose from.
[A] planet, wholly inhabited by spiders, (which is very possible)
One could call a master a good master because he did not whip his slaves, but ultimately he was still and owner of men, and men were not made to be owned.
I shall be glad as long as I live that even in that moment of final dissolution, there was in the face a look of peace, such as I never could have imagined might have rested there.
Your transformation will be the miracle.
But I'm going to try to tell the truth. Except for the parts I'm leaving out, because there's still stuff I'm just not going to tell you. Get used to it.
Once again...welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring.
Fenworth nodded. "Yes, yes. Urgent, deadly, insidious. The world is in peril and we must rise against evil." The old wizard released the general and patted him on the shoulder. "Tea and cake first, don't you think?
As long as I didn't say it aloud, it wasn't real
To write well is to have felt a tingle of joy in your being; to have left a little of your blood on the page' B.J.Kibble, author of DRY RAIN, LEGION, CHASING THE WIND,and CRIES FROM THE GRAVE.
