Dm Us Quotes

Don’t you have any friends you could hand with?” – Nick “I do. But the problem is when I hang out with my friends, it usually gets ugly for the rest of you. Especially when we’re bored. Nothing entertains us more than plagues, famine, war, and bloody massacres.” – Death “You play D&D, too, huh? Who’s your DM?” – Nick “The difference between my group and yours…our toys are real.” – Death

Despite the intensity of the moment, I felt no fear, and when I looked down, I knew why. Lisa had grabbed my hand in hers, and locked her eyes on me, stoic, in that moment of terror; eyes filled with neither panic nor worry, but beautiful acquiescence, as a silent apology passed between us. It filled me with love and peace as our friendship flashed before my eyes, and then everything went dark, and silent.

Every challenge we’ve faced…every turn life has thrown at us…I’m reminded of the lessons I learned in those stories. Lessons of fate and destiny and how the impossible is worth fighting for, no matter how long it takes. But the biggest thing I learned,” he paused and swallowed, “and also, the most relevant…is that in all of the universe, there is only one moon. And you, Alaina Elizabeth Thomas, are my moon. You are my destiny. You are, my Arabian Nights. I am so thankful that in all the stories of the world, you chose to be mine.

Given what you went through and to be standing here now…I’d say you’re stronger than you even know.” “Why do you have such faith in me?” “I’ve always believed in you. You just have to believe in yourself. If there is something in your mind that you’ve forgotten and need to remember, you’re going to find it.” “What makes you so sure?” “Because you,” he smiled. “Us. We are the light. There is nothing brighter.

The world is a shit show, Lloyd. We're neck deep,” she said. “Every one of us is born with a shovel. At the end of your life, you'll be judged by one thing: Did you use your shovel to clean up your little corner of the world? Did you, by existing, make the world less shitty? Me? I'm using my shovel. I've chosen to start digging. I'm going to leave my corner nicer than it was when I found it. Part of that is my job. So, Lloyd. Tell me. Are you going to dig, too?

Experiences like that will change you, priorities will shift, senses will recalibrate, a new perspective will appear, a new idea about society will be born— if you sum all that, you get an awakening of the soul. The entire world treats us differently, like somehow it changed. But the truth is, the world didn’t change— we did. We are no longer interested in superficial bullshit, we don’t feel like the rest of the people anymore, we don’t get offended by stupid things; but we do get frustrated by reality.

America is exactly what we make it. The land of hopes and dreams, where you build your future. This society hands us our future, and if we dare say otherwise we are crucified for it!" "Are you now calling yourself Jesus?" I was becoming heated with him. "Of course not! But I think that killing people for political gain is not the way a country should be run.

You. Basement-dwelling fat man. You are one of us. Join me. Bow to your master. Open the gate. The Angels of Divine Eventuality must be freed.

Of Morals How many viewpoints could there be? Surely not more than of him, you, and me. Above myself the halo does fly high, But what about this other guy? I claw my way out and to victory, But right behind me the struggle can see. Must fly or must fall, but neither can have, When quickly enclosed in darkness I am. Shocked and amazed, they try to pull me to safety, But stuck am I for the world to see. A misery's end, enclosed in rules; The gods, they laugh at us, us fools. Our earthly desire our doom entrances, Simply because it our 'living' enhances." - D. M. Shiro (D.M. Shiro)

The exercise of DM is the beginning of an ongoing process, and is designed to become a new habit as you cultivate hope. It allows just enough light to come into a situation to remind us that we have the power to choose.

You’re practically invisible in that office—a ghost. People always underestimate women like us.

another drink. “Poor girls like us without rich daddies, without fancy schooling, without a husband,

Dear Lord, I pray for the strength to forgive the past. I pray for the wisdom to guide us through this storm. Amen.

The US dietary guidelines were the first ever to inform the general public about what should not be eaten. Specifically, we were told to avoid fat, especially saturated fat, and to replace dietary saturated fats with carbohydrates and polyunsaturated ‘vegetable’ (actually seed) oils. Failure to do so, we were warned, would cause us all to die of heart attacks, because cholesterol, we were told, causes coronary heart disease. Instead, the advice drove us down the road to obesity and the much more severe form of arterial disease caused by T2DM. Some have described this monumental error as the greatest scam in the history of modern medicine. The fallout has produced some very big ‘winners’, specifically those pharmaceutical companies that have benefited from the sale of the largely ineffective statin drugs, and the processed-food industry, dominated by 10 companies that produce the ‘displacing foods of modern commerce

But she stopped at the third picture, a gorgeous baking tray of golden buttery-topped tiropetes, with a bowl on the side of bright-colored Greek salad with what appeared to be fresh oregano. It had popped up because she was following #bethesdafood scene. The caption, written by BoozyCrocker, said: BoozyCrocker MUST EAT BUTTER. #TheCookbookClub is now open to new members. Foodies, come join us! Three-drink minimum. No skipping dessert. Meet in Bethesda. DM me. No psychos, no diets. #foodporn #saycheese #cheese #feta #musteatbutter #delicious #whenindoubtaddbutter #bethesdafoodscene

We covered over your colorful earth with gray cement. We cut down trees and stripped the soil wherever we went. We scarred the hills for gold and coal, Blind with greed inside our soul, Our goal:To have complete control. Lord, have mercy. Can we be restored? Lord, have mercy. What of the lands of tribes and nations who lived here first? Who took the best with broken treaties, and left the worst? By whom were slaves bought, used, sold? Who valued humans less than gold? Who told us racist lies until our hearts went cold? Lord, have mercy. Can we be restored? Lord, have mercy The noise of traffic is drowning out the songbird’s song. Your voice within us is telling us that we’ve gone wrong. You call us from our selfishness, To be blessed—and to bless To turn to you, to begin anew. Lord, have mercy. Can we be restored? Lord, have mercy.