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You know what's more frightening than an angry man? A man who has lost his kindness.

Love came with reason with clarity. Love took time like a tree slowly growing from the ground. A love chaotic in nature, a love that swooped in fasr, was a that pertrubed me.

Imortality was a form of greed.

Peace, though beloved of our Lord, is a cardinal virtue only if your neighbors share your conscience.

There are no monsters in the world, and no saints. Only infinite shades woven into the same tapestry, light and dark. One man’s monster is another man’s beloved. The wise know that.

I am very good at denial. Some days it is the only thing that keeps me going. Some days, it is the only thing I can control. Some days, I tell myself that my problem is the solution.

There’s a thing that happens to people when they are helpless. They become afraid of things that in their normal life wouldn’t faze them at all.

A scientist changes his opinion whwn the facts prove him wrong. A priest asks a congregation to stick to his beliefs.

Perhaps, just perhaps the Church is a mirror reflecting the flaws of humanity itself. Perhaps it's a reminder that even those who strive for perfection are ultimately human,

It’s amazing how many lies one can tell with the truth.

Some people will find it absurd that I put on a fresh coat of lipstick before going in to see Nathaniel. Here’s why I did. He needed to think that he had not inconvenienced anyone. If I looked well groomed, then it implied that I had not been sitting there for over five hours.

let me tell you a joke that is not funny. When you see a woman with stitches in her chin and ask her what she did to make her husband angry. There are two scenarios. The first is that she’s happily married and you’ve insulted their relationship. The other is that her husband is abusive and she will not thank you for endangering her by drawing attention to it.

Men who write about their lives tend to be canonized as brave auteurs of the human experience; women who do the same are guilty of oversharing.

Femininity is as much a prize to be flaunted as is wealth; the implication is that the two are inextricably linked.

Cosmetic surgeries were widely touted and understood to be fixes for the imperfect self, with reality shows in particular hammering home the message that becoming skinny, hot, and sexy would totally change a person’s life.

Moviemaking tends to come in waves: an accidental hit, a wave of imitations that offer diminishing returns with each installment, a growing sense of exasperation among audiences, a new surprise hit, rinse and repeat.

The trick postfeminist mass media had pulled off, as Natasha Walter argued in her 2010 book Living Dolls, was that it had co-opted words such as liberation and choice to sell women “an airbrushed, highly sexualized, and increasingly narrow vision of femininity”—one in which we were expected to choose a life of being both willing objects and easy targets.

In music, rock’s angry women were sidelined throughout the decade and replaced by pop’s much-younger, much-less-opinionated girls. In fashion, powerful supermodels who demanded to be paid what they were worth and supported each other were phased out in favor of frail, passive teenagers. As the 1990s went on, culture gradually redefined feminism from a collective struggle to an individual one.

Postfeminism was vague; it seemed to define itself mostly in opposition to a boogeyman version of feminism, encouraging women to embrace casual sex, spend with abandon, and be as stereotypically girly or overtly sexy as they desired.

The Spaniards could destroy paper, but they could never kill the flame of my ideas.

There was a strange intimacy at watching my own words burn. Something like a funeral for a friend.

But she isn’t frightened of the dead. It is only the living who have the power to harm.

Surviving in remote places is all about setting up contingencies. If one thing goes, there’s another option to take its place.

Despite its wonders, Shearwater is not a tourist island: it’s too remote, too difficult to reach. Mostly no one comes here but a handful of researchers studying the wildlife, the weather, the tides. Certainly people don’t wash in from the sea.