You could do no more. And that is enough. So please, hold your heads high.
Utopian dreams? Perhaps. But isn't every ideal a moral striving just outside our reach that we are called to serve?
We are the stories we tell ourselves. The brave hero, the tortured soul, the altruist, the pragmatist. They will tell you who they see, but you and you alone know who you are.
I love you. I’m glad I exist.
The people you call bad guys might be doing what they think is right, too. Ever think of that?
Indeed, there is comfort and certainty in hatred… But it is a false and fleeting comfort. Bought with lies we tell ourselves about who we are, what we must be, what we must do.
May the bridges I burn light the way.
The rains have ceased, and we have been graced with another beautiful day. But you are not here to see it.
Like sands through the hourglass, everything we fight so desperately to protect slips through our fingers… and what remains… what remains… Is us. Only us, and the memory of our sin.
Nobody can live his life without botherin’ somebody else. All we can do is try to get along…
"You ask a question that philosophers argue over," Chiron had said. "He is worth more to you, perhaps. But the stranger is someone else's friend and brother. So which life is more important?"
Violence for violence is the rule of beasts.
please take care of yourself. i know it's hard but you deserve someone who cares about you. one day that will be more than just yourself. i need you to hold on until you make it there. please promise me you'll try.
Like sands through the hourglass, everything we fight so desperately to protect slips through our fingers… and what remains… what remains… Is us. Only us, and the memory of our sin.
Indeed, there is comfort and certainty in hatred… But it is a false and fleeting comfort. Bought with lies we tell ourselves about who we are, what we must be, what we must do.
it hurts our hands to fight - never to hold.
Never leave a wrong to ripen into evil or sorrow.
I was supposed to choose a cruel path to follow, but my heart was shaken. Before your love, wisdom and tactics mean nothing.
belgard
a loving look; an amorous gaze
The dawn doth brighten the sky, and shineth o’er this nascent age of hope. And though the clouds gather to mute this sun’s rising glory, I would walk far with thee under its gentle glow.
Wheresoever you go, may you find shade, sinner.
You live inside me, the same way I live inside you. A moebius strip, a snake always swallowing its own tail. Mutually assured destruction, maybe, or mutual deification. Mutual consumption. I will be the house that holds every part of you.
Everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness?
I love you. I’m glad I exist.
Y'know, it's hard to ask someone about their pain, but it's just as hard to share your own with someone else. I appreciate you opening up to me, and I swear I'll make things right.
It should be enough. To make something beautiful should be enough. It isn't. It should be.
There is nothing more glorious on the face of the earth than someone who refuses to give up, who refuses to give in to their most self-hating, discouraged, disillusioned self, and instead learns how to relish the feeling of building a hut in the middle of the suffocating dust.
Do you not see? He was right to hesitate. To doubt. The unwavering blade cares not whom it serves nor who it cuts.
When sugar dissolves in tea, it's not lost, is it? Neither will you be.
And maybe I'll help people out who have bad dreams. So they won't have them anymore. I think I'd like to do that.
