I'm sixteen with what I hope will be a long life ahead, but I'm willing to give it up, to give anything to let her live, to let her make it through the night.
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No one can sum up all God is able to accomplish through one solitary life, wholly yielded, adjusted, and obedient to Him.
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. . . in seclusion, she had secluded herself from a thousand natural and healing influences; that, her mind, brooding solitary, had grown diseased, as all minds do and must and will that reverse the appointed order of their Maker . . .
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Companionship is a foreign concept to some people. They fear it as much as the majority of people fear loneliness.
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If it's true what is said, that only the wise discover the wise, then it must also be true that the lone wolf symbolizes either the biggest fool on the planet or the biggest Einstein on the planet.
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Francis Crozier believes in nothing. . It has no plan, no point, no hidden mysteries that make up for the oh-so-obvious miseries and banalities. Nothing he has learned in the past six months has persuaded him otherwise.Has it?
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Go away. I hate everyone right now, and I'm pretty sure that includes you.
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I need nothing. I seek nothing. I desire nothing.
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I own a crevice stuffed with mossand a couch of lemming fur;I sit and listen to the musicof water dripping on a distant stone.Or I sing to myselfof stealth and lonelinessNo one comes to see mebut I hear outsidethe scratching of claws,the warm, inquisitive breath (from 'The Hermitage')
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