Nothing dreamed is ever lost, and nothing lost forever.
After all, words are what remain when all the deeds have been done. Words can shatter faith; start a war; change the course of history. A story can make your heart beat faster; topple walls; scale mou...
All those moments, those memories. Everything that we are, compressed in just two or three kilos of paper — the weight of a human heart.
An apple a day keeps the doctor away.No one's immune to bribery.
And Odin should have known from the first that perfect Order does not bend; it simply stands until it breaks, which is why it rarely survives for any meaningful length of time.
And when you fall from that parapet,the sound you'll be hearing as you go down will be me,laughing my head off.
Guilleaume left La Praline with a small bag of florentines in his pocket; before he had turned the corner of avenue des Francs Bourgeois I saw him stoop to offer one to the dog. A pat, a bark, a waggi...
Some people spend the whole of their lives sitting waiting for one train, only to find that they never even made it to the station.
Anything that can be dreamed is true.
At such times I feel I could die for love of her, my little stranger, my heart swelling dangerously so that the only release is to run too, my red coat flapping around my shoulders like wings, my hair...
But if you could travel back through Time, and find yourself as you used to be, wouldn't you try, just once at least, to give her some kind of warning? Wouldn't you want to make things right?
Call me cynical if you like. But it all sounds a bit too convenient. The Authorized Version of events leaves out a number of details, which Creationists seem content to ignore. I personally have my do...
Change isn't always comfortable, but it is a fact of life.
Clones fit in. Freaks stand out. Ask me which one I prefer.
Divination is a means of telling ourselves what we already know.
Drunkeness, she told us in a rare moment of confidence, is a sin against the fruit, the tree, the wine itself. Wine, distilled and nurtured from bud into fruit; it deserves reverance. Joy. Gentleness....
Everything comes home, my mother used to say; every word spoken, every shadow cast, every footprint in the sand. It can't be helped; it's part of what makes us who we are.
Fiction is a tower of glass built from a million tiny truths, grains of sand fused together to make a single, gleaming lie.
For a time, then, we stay. For a time. Till the changes.
From this I think we can all conclude that the cow was the primary instigator of everything that followed - war, Tribulation, the End of the Worlds. Lesson One: never trust a rumiant.
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