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I FELL DEEP down in there, until this bright light raised me from sleep. Coming out of a pit such as that, you think the bright light could be God or a cop on patrol.
You'll never avoid every mistake. All you can do is try to do your best and live with the consequences.
No trouble ever got fixed late at night, " he said. "Midnight is for regrets.
Zach had once heard the president described as "the most dangerous narcissist alive, because the world really does revolve around him.
Do you think it's really the Boogeyman that killed Brent? You think it's back?""I sincerely hope not.""When you say things like that, I start to cry a little on the inside.
I know who I want to be and I want you by my side as I become that person.
Stephanie took another puff from her candy cigarette, reached into her purse, brought out the rest of the pack, and said, "Want one of these damned cigarettes?
Maybe I should think of nothing at all? But that was passion impossible. As soon as I tried to thinking of anything, millions of ideas flooded my brain.
It is critical to learn how to listen for what is not being said.
The night sky alternated between black and bursts of colour. My stomach wanted food. My limbs wanted rest. My brain wanted sleep. My mind wanted oblivion.
He liked the Leedses. He was sorry that he had been to the morgue. He thought the madman who visited them might have liked them too. But the madman would like them better the way they were now.
Death doesn’t have to be the end of it. Our love for her is stronger than the grave.
Contrary to what is commonly believed, all murderers are men of extreme faith rather than unbelievers.
Intellectuals are rarely successful as leaders. They are so trapped in their ideals that they cannot venture out in the real world to win and lead.
Leaders are usually a reflection of the people they lead. How can a leader be moral if his people are immoral?
Hatred is the emotional price leaders must pay for getting love and honour.
That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard of. I think I would have more fun chopping thistles with a butter knife.
She has to live, Eliott. I owe her a lifetime of apologies.”“Sometimes I think that’s all we owe our parents.
To those of you who have lost your way, may my story serve as a reminder that life is a journey. The lessons we learn along the way are not for our sake alone. We are obligated to share them
In the space of his years, my body had taken its full shape and my heart had grown in wisdom, for I understood what it was to be a mother.
Julien felt himself to be strong and resolute like a man who sees clearly into his own heart.
Writing is like breathing underwater. It's really hard to do unless you can imagine yourself a nice set of gills.
Writing is like trying to escape quicksand. The harder you try the faster you sink.
How very kind of her, ' I said. 'I must remember to send her a card.'I'd send her a card alright. It would be the Ace of Spades, and I'd mail it anonymously from somewhere other than Bishop's Lacey.
A leader cannot avoid being hated. This hatred is directly proportional to his influence and power. A person who does not wish to be hated should avoid leadership roles.
A great leader is almost always a great follower for he knows what to learn and from whom.
You do not become a leader because people follow you. Rather, people tend to follow you because you have leadership qualities. The journey of leadership often starts alone.
A dead body is much more fascinating than a live one, and I have learned that most corpses tell better stories.
Take it easy, friend, " siad Peter, regaining his balance, quickly understanding the condition Henry w
I wake in the night. Or sometimes I don't wake in the night. It hardly seems to make a difference.
Hatred is the price that society extracts from its leaders for the honour, power and wealth it bestows unto them.
I won't cry. When the guilt is this heavy, you can't. It just settles and stays with you, and it's cold.
Sometimes the greatest gift you can give someone is the freedom to pursue their happiness.
How I love - writing, acting, breathing the atmosphere- and one day I'll have it. If I cannot write, I shall die.
He looks like a ghost, haunted by a life suddenly torn away, and I don’t know how to comfort him.
Life has simply decided to open the floodgates, trying to drown me in a whirlwind of twists and turns.
To those of you who are enslaved by your past, may my story set you free. For youth is innocent and its beauty is to always be cherished.
If we know one thing from experience it is that oppression does not crush rebellion, no matter how it tries, ' I told him. 'It breeds it anew with every tyrannical act.
There is a festival where we wear the faces of demons to ward evil spirits from our dead in the vale. Sometimes wefail.
It was easier when all we wanted to do was eat them and take their stuff, ” he grumbled.And it had been easier when he hadn’t cared if he made any of them cry.
If this is the will of God, it takes a strange and terrible shape. I did not know that the God of Battles was vile like this. I never knew that a saint could summon torment like this.
Thank you for stitching me up" I say."I seem to have a talent for it.