This is why I forgive, but I don't forget. When you forget someone, the forgiveness doesn't mean anything anymore.
We humans have the capacity to wreak horrors on each other. But we also have the capacity to survive those horrors.
What if a puppet could cut its own strings, and in that act of defiance and strength of will become truly alive? Become is own puppetmaster?
You won't even know you've crossed the line until it's way back in your rearview mirror.
Not according to this," Jazz said, taking the report. "No evidence of sexual activity or anything like it." "Well, there's that," Howie said, sounding relieved. Jazz wondered at that - was it really so much better to be unmolested, but still murdered in a horrible fashion? To die in pain and terror, stripped, left in a field, your fingers cut off? But as long as you weren't raped, well, that was alright, then? Did it really matter at that point?
Fear can keep you alive. The trick is not to let it overwhelm you. Not to let it rule you. If you’re afraid, that’s the universe trying to tell you something. Get away. Don’t run; don’t panic. Just pick up and walk out, calm as you please. Panic makes you stupid.
And my parents made me want i am. So what? We get stuff from our parents, but we also get stuff from the world around us. From people around us. And at the end of the day, we're us.
Sometimes hope could be the most frightening thing in the world.
Anger was a waste of time and energy. Anger was useless."Anger" was the label given to the emotion that accomplished nothing.
Anger and hatred, when left unfed, bleed away like air from a punctured tire, over time and days and years. Forgiveness is stealth.
Cars are little privacy cocoons that we take with us. If you could refuel while driving you could, theoretically, stay moving forever.
We can know what love is. It´s adults who have forgotten, so they cling to their poor substitute and yell at kids who dare to live with real love. Pure Love. Love without compromise or distraction.
It's like this," he'd explained once to Connie. "If someone gave you a single rose, you'd be happy, right?" "Okay," he went on, "Now imagine someone gives you ten thousand roses." "That is a whole lotta roses," she said. "That's too much." "Right. Too much. But more than that, it makes each individual rose much less special, right? It makes it hard to pick one out and say, 'That's the good one.' And it makes you want to just get rid of them all because none of them seem special now." Connie had narrowed her eyes. "Are you saying when you're at school you just want to get rid of everyone?
The best revenge is living well, my dad told me once.
[She] was made up of skin and bones and hate and crazy, and hate and crazy don't weigh anything.
What was the opposite of linkage blindness? What described being certain of something without any kind of evidence?...The term was faith.
They put on fresh gloves and got back to business. Jazz wiped up the blood splatters in the freezer and tossed the tissues in with Howie’s waste. It bothered him that he was leaving evidence behind without some sort of oxygenated bleach, those blood splatters would still show up under Luminol. Of course, the odds of anyone deciding to spray down the morgue freezer and switch on an ultraviolet light were pretty minimal, so it’s not like it was evidence that anyone would ever find or use. Still: Billy Dent’s First Commandment was “Thou shalt not leave evidence.
If I think she' hot and it turns out she's a psychopath, then what does that say about me? I'm totally not ready for that kind of therapy.
You don’t break up with someone just because of an argument, Josh. At least, I don’t.
I’m a complicated man, with complicated taste buds.
It's a good day when a goddess gets on the school-bus with you.
See, forgiveness doesn't happen all at once. It's not an event - it's a process.
You don't swing at any pitch. You swing at the ones you can hit.
Medicine cabinets are dangerous. Those doors, man. They'll just spring on you like a ninja.
Don't be stupid. You're a child. You don't know what it means to be in love." And she flung open the car door as if she wished she had the strength to rip it from the hinges, and stalked off to the house through the rain. That night, I lay in bed, troubled by what she'd said, blocking out the sounds of argument from my parents' room. Was love what my parents had? Yelling at eachother, worrying about money? Never smiling? Never happy? If that was love, then I didn't want it.
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