A man wreaks harm because he forgets to love peace. He kills because of self-blinded fear, that imagines no other protection.
Look at yourself, idiot. You reek like the slaughter-house. Plan your dastard’s revenge as you like. But for those of us liking our company civilized, spare us the horror and bathe yourself first!
Never get old. It's a ridiculously uncomfortable process Ath Creator should be made to find a cure for.
Is my love so small that I cannot let him discover anew what happiness life has to offer?
I always listen, the duke said, annoyed. Just hang your silly, unnatural notion, that hearing means following your orders.
Doubt packs more damage, kept secret.
The same sages also wrote that violence is the habit of the weak, the impotent and the fool.
The rebuke came, keen-edged. ‘Trusting the man is not the same thing as knowing what he’s about.
I say human beings have purposeful brains beyond acting like flocks of scared pigeons.
I pity the man who can’t cry.
Were you going to tell me you usually kiss your one-night trollops in private?He laughed. The free-ringing sound held a spark of pure pleasure, unforced and rich with surprise.
Done without love, any congress between man and woman degrades the creative intelligence that graces your humanity.
Talith confronted the self-contained prince she recalled much too clearly from the tumultuous events that surrounded a failed coronation.
Some gifts of friendship cannot be earned, no matter how hard we try to live up to them.
There's a choice?Always. It's the outcome that sadly limits things.
There’s an alternate view. That no man or woman alive is the disempowered victim of another’s degrading circumstance. Each is equipped to pursue their own fate. No one needs saving.
Well your full of cow pies up to your ears! I don't give way on the orders of rabble, or bow to Devall's uppity marshal. He can stuff his gold braid! Yes, up his tight arse where it will hurt the most...
As a spirit schooled to power, his perception stems from one absolute. Universal harmony begins with recognition that the life in an ordinary pebble is as sacred as conscious selfhood.
You cannot trust yourself,’ she agreed, bed-rock calm. ‘Therefore, let go. Seize life and place trust in me.
Let her own shortfalls, and not your vindictive perfectionism, be the quality that throws her to destruction.
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