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The truth may not set you free, but used carefully, it can confuse the hell out of your enemies.
— Laurell K. Hamilton
The truth may not set you free, but used carefully, it can confuse the hell out of your enemies.
You can not die of grief, though it feels as if you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes your chest aches as if it is breaking. Grief dims with time. It is the way of things. There comes a day when you smile again, and you feel like a traitor. How dare I feel happy. How dare I be glad in a world where my father is no more. And then you cry fresh tears, because you do not miss him as much as you once did, and giving up your grief is another kind of death.
There's Only so much emotional super glue in a person's soul, that everything just stays broken.
Death didn't bother me much. Strong Christian and all that. Method of death did. Being eaten alive. One of my top three ways not to go out.
Death, especially violent death, will turn the meanest bastard in the world into a nice guy. Why is that?
It is a very natural human trait to destroy that which frightens us.
when you live forever and don't age, it gives you time to hope
Love is too precious to be ashamed of.
I am not a morning person.
No name-calling truly bites deep unless, in some dark part of us, we believe it. If we are confident enough then it is just noise.
My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you've been mean to someone, they won't believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it's time to stop being nice, then destroy them.
The rule is that if they have a weapon and want to take you someplace else, it is so they can kill you slower--Peter
