A man wreaks harm because he forgets to love peace. He kills because of self-blinded fear, that imagines no other protection.
There are no victims, now. While we survive, for as long as we love, our future is yet to be written.
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.
I say human beings have purposeful brains beyond acting like flocks of scared pigeons.
I pity the man who can’t cry.
Doubt packs more damage, kept secret.
Done without love, any congress between man and woman degrades the creative intelligence that graces your humanity.
Truth, of itself, does not kill.
The rebuke came, keen-edged. ‘Trusting the man is not the same thing as knowing what he’s about.
It’s tragic how the lack of imagination so often shapes our defeat.
I trust you, she murmured through urgency. Completely. Without end, and before the beginning.
Does vengeance or blame ease the sorrow of heart-ache? We all make mistakes. Life can’t be lived without harm to others.
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.
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...
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.
There's a choice?Always. It's the outcome that sadly limits things.
The wisest of sages have said that a man will choose violence out of fear. The Master's words were expressive, but cold, and directed toward the King. Is your stature so mean that you dare not face me...
The same sages also wrote that violence is the habit of the weak, the impotent and the fool.