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“.....It's funny, but your parents can give you everything in the world, but they can't teach you what to do with it. That, you have to learn for yourself.”
― The Winter King
― The Winter King
“The individual act of will is the strongest, most transcendent part of us. To look upon something with our deepest overriding passions, whether it be rage, grief, hope or love, and yet recognise a greater need or goal, and to say, "I will do this" or "I will not do that", no matter what the personal cost, is a triumph of the spirit. The exercise of the will is the art of humans in the state of being.'
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― The Winter King
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― The Winter King
“Surely,' she said, much quieter, more reasonable, 'surely you've been with other women?'
His glance at her was dry. 'What do you think?'
She looked away at random. 'I think that it appears we have a double standard, here. Men can have sex, women can't. Who, then, do the men have sex with?”
― Rose-Coloured Love
His glance at her was dry. 'What do you think?'
She looked away at random. 'I think that it appears we have a double standard, here. Men can have sex, women can't. Who, then, do the men have sex with?”
― Rose-Coloured Love
“What kind of a kiss was that anyway? It was the kind that sucked your soul out of your body.
Hey, she wanted to call out to the man who'd just left. You forgot to give my soul back.”
― Perfect Chance
Hey, she wanted to call out to the man who'd just left. You forgot to give my soul back.”
― Perfect Chance
“Goodbye, Greg.”
She didn’t see his face, for he was turned away from her, and so she was unaware of the silent tears that streamed down his granite-hard face, of the lips that were drawn back tight over teeth clenched with pain. She hadn’t seen his fists, drawn down by his sides, and didn’t know that his knuckles were white and the fingers bloodless from the tension of his tight grip. She was in the hall after saying goodbye, and the words he mouthed were a bare thread of sound anyway, so she wasn’t to know that he whispered hopelessly, “Don’t go. Sara, don’t go. Sara!” But he didn’t call after her, and she trudged upstairs with a heavy heart.
-Greg & Sara”
― The Wall
She didn’t see his face, for he was turned away from her, and so she was unaware of the silent tears that streamed down his granite-hard face, of the lips that were drawn back tight over teeth clenched with pain. She hadn’t seen his fists, drawn down by his sides, and didn’t know that his knuckles were white and the fingers bloodless from the tension of his tight grip. She was in the hall after saying goodbye, and the words he mouthed were a bare thread of sound anyway, so she wasn’t to know that he whispered hopelessly, “Don’t go. Sara, don’t go. Sara!” But he didn’t call after her, and she trudged upstairs with a heavy heart.
-Greg & Sara”
― The Wall
“Feelings, not facts, are essential to a good gaslighting.”
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