Someone,
Seems young people don’t want to make compromises or sacrifices too easily. They don’t naturally go out of their way. It’s the ‘please me now’ generation.
Me to see the contents. Was she giving me a gift, like she gave Bart anything he wanted? He was the
Eyes kept changing colors, jumbling his kaleidoscope emotions.
Báculo
A long time ago I’d given up on religion, thinking it wasn’t for me when so many were bigoted, narrow-minded, and cruel.
Y pidio a Dios que se la tragase al suelo. Pero los suelos nunca se abren cuando deberian hacerlo.
To believe in God is a good thing, a right thing. But when you reinforce your belief with words you take from the Old Testament that you seek out, and interpret in the ways that suit your needs best,...
There is no hate such as that born out of love betrayed- and my brain screamed out for revenge.
The world belongs to those who know how to speak well, and fortunes are made by those who write well,
Pero en alguien tan lleno de vida, amor y esperanza, la sombra de la muerte no se detiene por mucho tiempo, al contrario de lo que nos ocurre a quienes carecemos ya de esperanzas y sueños
No habiamos dicho ya un millon de oraciones, siempre en espera de una liberacion que no llegaba nunca? Y si las lagrimas no servian de nada y las oraciones no las oia nadie, como ibamos a llegar hasta...
Maybe thats because we take criticism best from those we love and those who love us-Ethan
I felt sorry for her, and I felt betrayed by my own compassion.
I don’t think anything about the human body and the way it functions is disgusting or revolting.
I didn't have to go on the internet and look it up to know that a family wasn't just something that brought you comfort and security. It provided some warmth in an otherwise cold and often harsh and c...
I could almost believe that a love as passionate as theirs had been would enable them to reach across the abyss between life and death and join hands for some precious moments every night.
Dios impuso a los hombres el deber de dominar a las mujeres que son, fundamentalmente, débiles y estúpidas.
And where was happiness? In the yesterdays? In the tomorrows? Not in this hour, this minute, this second. We had one thing, and one thing only, to give us a spark of joy. Hope.
When you reinforce your belief with words you take from the Old Testament that you seek out, and interpret in the ways that suit your needs best, that is hypocrisy,