Hope is a demon. It convinces you to believe in something better, persuades you the outcome will be favorable, and whispers eagerly in your ear that the miracle you so desperately need will happen. Then it crushes you. Hope only leaves you fallen and bleeding in its aftermath, nothing more than a pile of misery and desolation.
truths
One thing only I know, and that is that I know nothing.
The higher you rise, the dirtier it gets.
I want people to see and hear the things I see and hear. And I want them to remember how it was when they were children. I don't want them to grow up entirely. Every adult is the creation of a child. My own signature, that identifying scrawl required by parcel postmen and valued by a handful of comic-book fans, that signature was devised by a thirteen-year-old boy who thought I'd want to seem important one day. I am stuck with it. My life is the result of that boy's dreams and limitations, and of the company that boy kept a long time ago, back when things could still happen for the first time.
Nessuna passione cova più forte in petto all'uomo, del desiderio di far pensare gli altri a modo proprio. Nulla offusca tanto il cielo della sua felicit?, nulla lo riempie tanto di furore, quanto il sapere che un altro tiene a vili cose di cui egli fa gran conto. Whigs e Tories, liberali e laburisti, per che cosa lottano - se non per il loro prestigio? Non l'amore della verit?, ma la sete di dominio scaglia fazione contro fazione, e fa desiderare a una parrocchia la rovina di un'altra parrocchia. Ognuno pensa a serbare la pancia per i fichi e ad asservirsi l'avversario, piuttosto che al trionfo della verit? E all'esaltazione della virtù.
If you couldn't catch up with me before the fame and fortune when you had owed me money and/or took up time with me, why on God's green earth should I take up any more time with you to borrow more money and not see you again until its time to borrow some more.
I think its a sickness to grieve too much for those who never cared a fig for you.
That's the truth of it; pile together everything we know and care about in the universe and it will still be nothing more than a tiny speck in the middle of a vast black ocean of Who Gives A Fuck.
I marveled about our collective ability as women to keep all the pain hidden, just below the surface.
Did my courage make you crazy? Cripple you with the unknown?Did my silence create desire make you feel things you could not discern?Is my shinning light exploding? Can your eyes not yet adjust?Is my forgiveness running through you? Knowing your pain I will not digest?Is my confidence disrupting the girl you LOVE to HATE the most?
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It is in this darkness that I have found all light somehow become so bright, a shooting star on a stormy night.
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The white noise in his heart, the sum of all his colors the metronome to which he beat [was she].
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.. Just friends, over and over you said it again -then you kissed me.
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Head high, heart in hell
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Our stations in life, our difference of cultures, the pain-laid men who raised us forbid us to be us. They have brainwashed us. We feel we should believe the polarity between us.
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