Love teaches you humility—patience—understanding.
Sometimes love tries to do too much.
That's the point of working with one's hands, you see. It gives the mind something else to do besides worry.
Revenge was personal as a rule. Otherwise it was pointless.
Nursing Service.
I was always a killer. It was my skill, and they’d taught me well. She taught me love.
Without it.
Children were quick to grasp the subtleties of emotions around them, to see through evasions and quickly identify prevarication.
I hadn’t realized that a break in a bone could be so exquisitely painful. I’d feel a greater tolerance for the the wounded after this.
What could have been Henry Cutter’s
Explain to Mark what the woman had told me
She grinned. I seen that you was sleeping in the sitting room
Men showed. I’d grown up on the tales of feuds and clan
Wishful thinking, that time might heal—it seldom healed anything, only making scars that were often tender to the touch, and ugly.
Hughes has to say. In the cold light of morning,
You can’t save the world from itself. If people are intent on destroying themselves, they will. And sometimes they don’t care if they bring others down with them. That’s selfish but it’s human nature.
It was a miracle, finding myself a father. I can’t tell you. He was so small, and yet so real. He moved, he made sounds, he opened his eyes and stared into my face. His hands clutched at my fingers. I...
Boys have never been to war. It’s easy to believe that it’s all a game. That the dead will get up off the grass in time for tea.
When you watch the living force go out of a man’s face as you fire your weapon into his unprotected body, it is very personal,
We walked away from all that was warm and dear and stood frightened in cold rain where the guns fired, and in the end, we died in pain, the black stinking mud our shroud, embraced at last not by livin...
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