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There’s nothing wrong with you at all. Sometimes people say or do things that are mean because there's something the matter with them. With Lydia, it seems there’s always something wrong with her.
I’m afraid they’re not coming.” Abby said fearfully. “Our parents, our teachers – everyone! They’ve disappeared. That’s it. Lights out, Shelly. We’re on our own.
Lydia displays her right hand and instantly bathed the room with a blinding light. It lasted only a moment before it drew back into her palm. “I can fix you if you’re ever broken.
Aloha Oukou. It looked like your soul was escaping so I put you in a tree.
Somehow her hula hoop had cut into the driver’s side door like the vehicle was made of cheese.
Soon, all the children were chanting it. “No school! No school!
PTSD is a whole-body tragedy, an integral human event of enormous proportions with massive repercussions.
What are the units of ontology really that I should be a part of a whole, but not be, in all my awareness, chiefly the whole unto itself?
Many call it the 1000 yard stare and can't realize the pain when PTSD takes us there
PTSD in its rawest form is a death sentence which causes many veterans and others to execute themselves in hope to be free.
How to change the world:• spread positivity• bring people up instead of dragging them down• treat others the way you wish to be treated
There seems to be a direct correlation between the spike in suicides by young people and the increase in cyberbullying amongst young people.
Modern man has lost the sense of wonderabout the unknown and he treats it asan enemy.
There is no such thing as an innocent reading, we must ask what reading we are guilty of.
All history is one continuous pestilence. There is no truth and there is no illusion. There is nowhere to appeal and nowhere to go.
Photoshop and Lightroom help me transform my photos into what my heart felt, but my camera couldn't quite capture!
I sent a silent prayer up to the Phoenix to keep her safe a little longer, because I would tear the shifters limb for limb until I got my baby sister back.
Apathy's just a front. People offer it when there's something stronger hiding underneath. You have to work harder to tap into it, but then your performance has even more power.
Too many are sorry where they should be assertive, and nearly moved to aggressive radical action, where they should be apologizing to themselves first, and then the world at large.
I write pre-apocalyptic fiction. In other words, I’m not interested in a future where everything is blown to hell, I’d rather write something that helps to prevent it from happening.
The most common emotional defense is avoidance (an ineffective coping skill for any stressor) as expressed through denial (e.g., "That wasn't really bad, I barely remember it").
The man of the future will be young or he will not be.
When words lose their meaning and their capacity to bind those who use them, neither democracy nor the rule of law can long survive.
Between death and hell a bridge shining silver wings offers his soul hope.
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Never be anxious about maintaining the position you occupy. Be anxious about maintaining your good character and you will never lose your leadership influence!
...because of the foulness of her mother's emotional river, a current which ran swift, changing its path without warning...
Time is truly apathetic to the many to whom a little empathy would mean so much.~"Disarming (Reign of Blood #2)
With the selfies, a photographer has finally found his place in a photograph.
Possessions and positions may promote our happiness but cannot create it. Happiness is a state created by self through the realization of how the self is important to the creator.
Often it isn’t the initiating trauma that creates seemingly insurmountable pain, but the lack of support after.
I look at the sky and the dust that separates us from the stars that will be my home. I breathe in the night air, the rotten night air, and I miss, I miss, I miss.
Her eyes flashed, hot and angry, like lightening cutting through a red sunset.
... there are certain questions that must never be asked. Of anyone. Even oneself.
And so ends his rush from his greatest act of rebellion. He understands that no matter where he runs or how high he flies, he will always have to come home.
Take it slow. We want to know what’s ahead before what’s ahead knows we’re here.
This is the legacy of a compassionate bunch. Our fate now rests on the whims of men.
No one, none of us have rights. There is no destiny. We have responsibilities to ourselves and each other. We have responsibilities and the choice whether or not we live up to those responsibilities.
The Maestro spoke again. "When we are not, at what point do we become?" I could not reply. For I had grasped no shape of his thoughts. I understood neither what he said nor his intent behind it.
I swear to Vishnu, if this doesn’t work, I’m going to stab you in the throat with a Pipette.
What did you do for them, Bone? Teach them to read and write? Help them rebuild, give the, Christ, help restore a culture? Did you remember to warn the, that it could never be Eden?