Do," said Louisa finally, "whatever you can't not do.
The spirit was willing but the flesh was weak.
Who was blowing on the nape of my neck?
We are both busy people, so let's cut the small talk.
Leaves turned to soil beneath my feet. Thus it is, trees eat themselves.
Don't bemoan your misspent life quite yet. Forgive me for flaunting my experience, but you have no conception of what a misspent life constitutes.
Implausible truth can serve one better than plausible fiction
It'll be all right." Julia's gentleness makes it worse. "In the end, Jace." "It doesn't feel very all right." "That's because it's not the end.
Torturous advances won over generations can be lost by a single stroke of a myopic president's pen or a vainglorious general's sword.
I added 'writers' to my list of people not to trust. They make everything up.
Strip back the beliefs pasted on by governesses, schools, and states, you find indelible truths at one's core.
Assured her I've never loved anyone except myself and have no intention of starting now.
Wars are never cured, they just go into remission for a few years.
Pain is strong, aye - but friends' eyes, more strong." I told him that he knows next to nothing about me & I know nothing about him. He jabbed at his eyes & jabbed at mine, as if that single gesture were ample explanation.
I pass through many Me's in the course of my day, each one selfish with his time. The Lying-in-Bed me and the Enjoying-the-Hot-Shower Me are particularly selfish. The Late Me loathes the pair of them.
Anticipating the end of the world is humanity's oldest passtime
If we believe that humanity may transcend tooth and claw, if we believe divers races & creeds can share this world as peaceably as the orphans share their candlenut tree, if we believe leaders must be just, violence muzzled, power accountable & the riches of the Earth & its Oceans shared equitably, such a world will come to pass.
Perpetual encagement endows any mirage of salvation with credibility.
I remain thankful to God for all his mercies.
Often I think boys don’t become men. Boys just get papier-mâchéd inside a man’s mask. Sometimes you can tell the boy is still in there.
It's a small world. It keeps recrossing itself.
Eva. Every day I've climbed up the belfry chanting a lucky chant at one syllable per beat, "To-day-to-day-let-her-be-here-to-day-to-day.
If losers can exploit what their adversaries teach them, yes, losers can become winners in the long term.
A weapon men use against women is the refusal to take them seriously.
What is "poker"? A card game where abler liars take money off less able liars.
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