Deviant Hearts Quotes

But that’s the thing about hearts, isn’t it? They can’t help beating despite the pain.

I was lost.  I was found. I, James Cavendish, unrepentant dominant, sexual deviant, and prolific slut for more years than I cared to count, was in love. I'd taken her virgin body, but just as surely, she'd taken my virgin heart.

Running in the rain steals my breath. Ruins it. Smashes it. Nearly eradicates it. When I arrive home, my soaked clothes are stuck to my skin. My shoes are slouching. My toes are cold and stiff. Erratic strands of my hair stick to my temples and forehead, dripping all over me. I stand in our small garden, catching my breath, and press a shaky palm to my chest. My heart’s palpitations grow uneven and out of beat as if protesting. I close my eyes and tip my head back, letting the rain beat down on me. Soak me. Rinse me. The droplets pound on my closed lids almost like a soothing caress. I’ve always loved the rain. The rain camouflaged everything. No one saw the tears. No one noticed the shame or the humiliation. It was just me, the clouds, and the pouring water. But that’s the thing about the rain, isn’t it? It’s only a camouflage, a temporary solution. It can only rinse the outside. It can’t seep under my skin and wash away my shaky insides. Wiping away my memories isn’t an option either. It’s been barely an hour since Aiden had his hands on me – all over me. I can still feel it. His breath. His nearness. His psychotic eyes.

That’s it. Keep milking my cock with that greedy little pussy, princess,” he rasps into my ear. “Squeeze my big dick with your little cunt. Harder. Tighter. I want your pussy begging for my cum.

Somehow, I knew, just knew, deep in my gut, where certainties held the most sway, that I would never have enough of her.  I was lost.  I was found. I, James Cavendish, unrepentant dominant, sexual deviant, and prolific slut for more years than I cared to count, was in love. I'd taken her virgin body, but just as surely, she'd taken my virgin heart.

I, James Cavendish, unrepentant dominant, sexual deviant, and prolific slut for more years than I cared to count, was in love. I'd taken her virgin body, but just as surely, she'd taken my virgin heart.

Curiosity is unruly. It doesn’t like rules, or, at least, it assumes that all rules are provisional, subject to the laceration of a smart question nobody has yet thought to ask. It disdains the approved pathways, preferring diversions, unplanned excursions, impulsive left turns. In short, curiosity is deviant.

Somebody Give us a story Narrate all the places That we’ll never see Give us a haven For our imagination So at least in our minds We can attempt to be free

Well, Pillow Fort. Can we go inside now?” The creases in Castle’s brow deepen as he squares off with Hades. “It’s Castle.

I can't stop my fantasies, sweetheart." He wraps his hand around mine, that's on his heart. His black, black heart. "But I won't tell you the rest of them. Do you know why?" I shake my head once. He yanks my hand away from his chest as if I burn him. "Because you're not ready for those. I'll tell you this though." he leans in to whisper the words, "You taste better than any fucking fantasy.

Come for me,” he rasps into my ear. “Come for me knowing I’ll burn the goddamn world down just to have you in the ashes.” My vision dims. My eyes roll back as the wave begins to sweep me up and crash down over me. “Come for me knowing I’ll fucking kill for you. But most of all, Neve,” he snarls, ramming his cock so fucking deep that I crash over the edge. “Come for me because you’re fucking mine.

I am the keeper of the beast, though all men harbor a beast in the depths of their heart -- callous, calamitous creatures, driven by deviant demands and derisive diligence. -- From the short story What Rough Beast

The first green tissues of a radish seedling are two perfectly heart-shaped, symmetric leaves. In twenty years of growing hundreds of these plants, I have seen exactly two deviants, each with a perfect third leaf—a baffling green triad where there should be only a pair. I think of those two plants often, and they even enter my dreams occasionally, causing me to wonder why I was meant to see them. Being paid to wonder seems like a heavy responsibility at times. At

My heart, which I thought had been dead, stopped. Of course. I had been betrayed. My ex boyfriend had reneged on his promise to love me, and this odious event had a name: betrayal. Somehow, knowing this calmed me down. And I began to contemplate betrayal. My conclusion? It is the most difficult of all woundings. Betrayal comes in many forms. It's not just about being cheated on or left for another. It's about any promise, overt or implied, that has been broken without your participation in the decision, or even knowing that a decision was on the table. It's about believing something that you later find out is untrue. It's no wonder that the first response to betrayal is likely to be denial. It's an enormous shock to find out that a solid reality is not so solid after all. It can feel like the most deviant form of attack. When betrayal is at the root of your pain, something horrible is unleashed. Different and perhaps more horrible than the pain of disappointment, grief, or anger. With other causes of suffering, you can at least pretend you have some measure of control. You can blame the other person for disappointing you, you can read books that outline and predict the course of grief, and when you're angry you can always fall back on self-righteousness. But when you're betrayed, you have been blindsided and your vulnerability is confirmed. You lose a misplaced innocence that you really can never regain. Your ability to trust is basically obliterated. And not just your trust in your own perceptions and your trust in the person you loved. Once you lose trust in one person, your trust in all beings is undermined, making the future seem like a giant landmine.

Unless you really understand others, you can hardly attain your own self-understanding. In the practice of every way of life and every kind of work, there is a state of mind called that of the deviant. Even if you strive diligently on your chosen path day after day, if your heart is not in accord with it, then even if you think you are on a good path, from the point of view of the straight and true, this is not a genuine path.

We’re man and wife. Forever.

An assumption runs throughout much of this chapter—indeed, throughout much of this book—that many new ideas are generated by people who are seen as deviants within their companies, industries, and societies. Apple Computer’s simple slogan, “Think Different,” captures this perspective well. Unfortunately, thinking and acting differently is given lipservice in most companies, but when people actually do it, they are ignored, humiliated, and fired. If you really do want to encourage people to develop ideas that will be seen as dumb and impractical, I have one more piece of advice: Outlaw even light-hearted ridicule and put-downs when people suggest these wacky ideas.

I love you, Tyler. I always have and always will. I can’t let you go because you’re the only person who can breathe oxygen into my lungs, blood to my beating heart, thoughts into my brain. I live only for you, Tyler. Can’t you see that? You were always meant to be mine.

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Being with Neve was like combining two radioactive elements and watching the explosion.

My heart was beating like I was running a marathon. The guy had something about him that I wanted—badly.

Uneasy lies the head that wears the crown. Everyone knows that. Except kings usually know they’re going to be kings long before they take over the throne. They prepare for it their whole lives, train for it. They’re ready when the day arrives. I wasn’t. Because I was never meant to be king. I’m Lancelot, burning and pillaging and fucking his way through the countryside. Not King fucking Arthur.

No, she’s not. But she’s still mine. And I crave more.

It took real strength to show me his true self, the one society would call powerless and deviant. He let me see the real him. He’d trusted me enough that let me see him at his most vulnerable and exposed. It was breathtaking and a little frightening.

Without cultural change, we are hopeless to change existing results.5 Of all changes, cultural change is the most difficult. It is essentially changing the collective DNA of an entire group of people. To understand how to change culture, it is helpful to know how change works in general. Changing Church Culture Change is extremely difficult. One of the most vivid and striking examples of this painful reality is the inability of heart patients to change even when confronted with grim reality. Roughly six hundred thousand people have a heart bypass each year in the United States. These patients are told they must change. They must change their eating habits, must exercise, and quit smoking and drinking. If they do not, they will die. The case for change is so compelling that they are literally told, “Change or die.”6 Yet despite the clear instructions and painful reality, 90 percent of the patients do not change. Within two years of hearing such brutal facts, they remain the same. Change is that challenging for people. For the vast majority of patients, death is chosen over change. Yet leadership is often about change, about moving a group of people to a new future. Perhaps the most recognized leadership book on leading an organization to change is John Kotter’s Leading Change. And when ministry leaders speak or write about leadership, they often look to the wisdom found in the book of Nehemiah, as it chronicles Nehemiah’s leadership in rebuilding the wall around Jerusalem. Nehemiah led wide-scale change. Nehemiah never read Kotter’s book, and he led well without it. The Lord well equipped Nehemiah for the task of leading God’s people. But it is fascinating to see how Nehemiah’s actions mirror much of what Kotter has observed in leaders who successfully lead change. With a leadership development culture in mind, here are the eight steps for leading change, according to Kotter, and how one can see them in Nehemiah’s leadership. 1. Establish a sense of urgency. Leaders must create dissatisfaction with an ineffective status quo. They must help others develop a sense of angst over the brokenness around them. Nehemiah heard a negative report from Jerusalem, and it crushed him to the point of weeping, fasting, and prayer (Neh. 1:3–4). Sadly, the horrible situation in Jerusalem had become the status quo. The disgrace did not bother the people in the same way that it frustrated Nehemiah. After he arrived in Jerusalem, he walked around and observed the destruction. Before he launched the vision of rebuilding the wall, Nehemiah pointed out to the people that they were in trouble and ruins. He started with urgency, not vision. Without urgency, plans for change do not work. If you assess your culture and find deviant behaviors that reveal some inaccurate theological beliefs, you must create urgency by pointing these out. If you assess your culture and find a lack of leadership development, a sense of urgency must be created. Leadership development is an urgent matter because the mission the Lord has given us is so great.

Through a time of devilish deception, the inner deviant monstrosity of the oppressors arises. Thus they lie, as wicked snakes, watching from the darkest place, hidden within. Lies are their bible that manipulates the devils, through their demonic hearts toying with us.

Throughout my life, I have met so many psychopathic, monstrous and devilish people they couldn't be counted on one hand. Many of them are so dysfunctional and therefore the madness of their deviant mores is unstoppable. There are a lot of psychopathic monsters, liars, bloodthirsty, selfish, depraved, heartless, malicious, schemer, very cruel and manipulative people who hide well behind their games of seduction; through their hearts of demonic blackness, they do not reveal their bloodiest facets. Yes, throughout my life I have encountered more devilish people then good ones.

The glorification of authoritarian, unaccountable violence, inflicted by righteous white men against gutter slime and deviants, is at the heart of American pulp fiction from Westerns through superheroes.

But that's the thing about hearts, isn't it? They can't help beating despite the pain.