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We have an unknown distance yet to run, an unknown river to explore.

What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?

You see persons and things not as they are but as you are.

We’re constantly changing facts, rewriting history to make things easier, to make them fit in with our preferred version of events. We do it automatically. We invent memories. Without thinking. If we tell ourselves something happened often enough we start to believe it, and then we can actually remember it.

It's so difficult, isn't it? To see what's going on when you're in the absolute middle of something? It's only with hindsight we can see things for what they are.

the world was too big, too full of splintered dreams.

The world was waiting--wide open and hers for the taking.

I want him to be happy. And I want you to be happy, too. Even if you can only find that happiness without me.

There are memories I am better off without. Things better lost forever.

Come on, Beamer! I beheaded you for your own good.

What's being crazy like?" Wyatt blurted. "That depends, Enslow. What's being tactless and completely inappropriate like?

It’s terrifying to realize your own decisions are shaping your destiny.

SJ: Ah, okay... so you're saying people just need to pull themselves up by their boostraps? Jared: Exactly. SJ: In order to do that, they have to be able to afford boots.

I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to my grief. It felt better, somehow, to be helpless. I didn't feel ashamed.

Do you trust me? The question is usually asked before an admission that such trust is misplaced.

I wish I hadn't. I wish I'd fought for you. I was weak and stupid.

Perhaps scorpions were the only ones who could save each other. Whatever lay ahead, it would always be the two of us above the rest of the universe, and woe to any who dared step in out path.

She needs a proper supervillain name. Man Hands isn't doing it for me." "You're right. How about 'Evil Wench from the Darkest Reaches of Mordor'?

Our ancestors sought knowledge, but we, their descendants, glorify ignorance.

The silence brought back everything around her.

I cannot imagine how I will cope when I discover that my life is behind me, has already happened, and I have nothing to show for it. No treasure house of collection, no wealth of experience, no accumulated wisdom to pass on. What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?

We are all of us bust stardust shaped into conscious being.

Those are some of the most powerful people in the world, and you swamped them in sewage! If you had real friends, they'd have told you that you're an idiot for even thinking about doing that!" Tom bristled, indignant. "My friends do tell me I'm an idiot. All the time!

Die slowly, Tom.

The main obligation is to amuse yourself.

We thought you fell down a hole and died somewhere." "Close. I was with Blackburn.

To all my ladies who see those walking Red Flags as a pretty shade of pink… repeat after me, only when the men are fictional.

Love is the affinity which links and draws together the elements of the world. Love, in fact, is the agent of universal synthesis" -Fr. Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, SJ

Nigel Harrison Nigel Harrison'ed me?

He likes her." "Yuri, no!" Vik said. Yuri turned redder, confirming it. "Yuri, come on, man," Tom cried. Yuri gave a helpless shrug. "Divisions cannot divide human hearts." "Oh God," Vik cried, clapping hands over his ears. "He's even spouting cheesy lines now. Make him stop, Tom!" "I can't!" Tom told him. "My ears... They're bleeding. Bleeding!" "It's a brain hemorrhage! He's murdered us!" Vik said. "Murderer!" Tom cried, fake collapsing onto the ground. Yuri shook his head. "This is not very mature.

I am an adult, but a damaged one.

I'm not sure if I want it to go back to the way it was before," she admitted. "And I think... I think that's what scares me the most.

There's a dead guy on our floor," Tom pointed out. "Yeah, that's Beamer, our neighbor." Vik stepped over Tom's bed, and kicked open a drawer beneath the mattress. He swept down and yanked out a bundle of fabric. "Here's your uniform." "There's a dead Beamer on our floor," Tom said again.

A Diabolic is ruthless. A Diabolic is powerful. A Diabolic has a single task: Kill in order to protect the person you've been created for.

I guess I'm just an old mad scientist at bottom. Give me an underground laboratory, half a dozen atom-smashers, and a beautiful girl in a diaphanous veil waiting to be turned into a chimpanzee, and I care not who writes the nation's laws.

If I met a horse that looked like you, I’d find that horse attractive.

I will never abandon you. I love you too much.

Everyone believed Diabolics were fearless, but in my earliest years, all I knew was fear.

You're a spelling bee champ, aren't you, White Fang? How do you spell, 'If I don't learn to speak to my betters with more respect, I'm going to get my face smashed in'?" Tom laughed, unable to resist. "That one's easy. It's K-A-R-L.

I have no choice but to face whatever my reality has become.

I do not believe that any book should be denied to the man who possesses the wisdom to understand it, Bruno, but that does not mean I am confused about where truth lies.

The Emperor wishes me to send my innocent little lamb to the slaughter. No. Instead, I'll send him my anaconda.

She couldn't bring herself to care, because those moment she spent brawling were the few moments she felt like herself again.

Some might call us a monstrous pair, and they would be right. Tyrus and I were both scorpions in our way, dangerous creatures crossing the most treacherous of rivers together. Together we might sting - but we also would float.

It’s perfectly possible to hold two opposing points of view in the mind at once, oscillating between them.

There’s just one thing I want to know.” Julian nodded. “Anything.” “When you peed and had sex outside, it wasn’t at the same time, was it? Because that’d be really nasty.

Mintalah hati yang damai, walau dalam keadaan apa pun juga.

Tom just stood there, sword in hand, a huge grin on his lips. He stared at Medusa and Medusa stared at him, and in this moment that made his dreams come true, Tom could only think of one thing to say. "How's it going?

It’s not life, it’s just an existence, jumping from one moment to the next with no idea of the past, and no plan for the future.

And he'd definitely never expected to ever have to tell someone, "All right, no killing and eating me, okay? I'm ready to go.

Is that the only way?" Tom asked her. "Vik and I tried net-sending with a thought interface during Programming once, but I couldn't concentrate on just one thing at a time." Vik nodded. "His programming questions were always like, 'Vik, how do steak boobs function?

Thoughts race, as if, in a mind devoid of memory, each idea has too much space to grow and move, to collide with others in a shower of sparks before spinning off into its own distance.

Oh, and I died horribly at your hands. Gruesome murder is always a foundation for a beautiful friendship!

There were never going to be any happy endings for me. I know that now. But that is all right.

Is it possible to both want and not want something at the same time? For desire to ride with fear?

But then, I’ve always believed love is the most volatile substance in the universe. It erupts, it incinerates, and then it simply flames out. . . .

This is dying everyday. Over and over.

You can’t make someone love you just because you want them to. It has to be freely given or it doesn’t mean anything.

I could think of nothing, nothing to say, nothing to feel. My mind was empty.

But they argued as lawyers do, they twisted every answer I gave until it sounded like the opposite meaning, and I became so confused and afraid I found myself agreeing to statements that I knew were not true.

There really was nothing firm, nothing certain. Even here, even at this place where he thought he’d found something permanent—everything could change in a day. Everything could be lost so quickly.

It is strange the way that someone who wants to find you guilty can start to make you believe in your own guilt, even when you know you are innocent. I was afraid I would condemn myself my mistake.

Daniel kept his gaze on the lion, his voice tight as he answered. "I'm fine." Andreas nudged him with his elbow. "Which is code for you feel Fucked up, Insecure, Neurotic, and Emotional.

„Svi mi imamo potrebe koje nas definišu i pokreću a jedna od njih je i želja tokom života nekome ili nečemu pripadati.

Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin .. it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring

I know this is asking a lot, but try to stop humiliating yourselves.

I would not just disappear into a void as though I'd never existed. I would not accept that I was less than these people just because they'd designed me that way.

Ima onih sećanja koja ne želite pustiti jer vas vraćaju u najsjajnije trenutke vašeg života a opet, ima i onih koja vas vraćaju u najmračnije i ta ne žele pustiti vas.

Whatever enjoyment I might have had at the time would disappear overnight like snow melting on a warm roof.

these truths are all I have. They are my past. They are what makes me human. Without them, I am nothing. Nothing but an animal.

And then, when there is nothing else between us but love, we can begin to find a way to truly be together.

Whenever he closed his eyes, he still saw her flying, fighting with ferocious genius. He still remembered that kiss.

If, at the close of business each evening, I myself can understand what I've written, I feel the day hasn't been totally wasted.

Be attentive, be intelligent, be responsible, be loving, and if necessary, change.

Tom became distracted by the sight of his own boobs. He reached down to grab them. Wyatt cleared her throat. "What?" Tom said defensively. "They're mine." "You aren't seriously planning to just sit there groping yourself in front of me, are you? That's kind of rude." Tom dropped his hands, a bit sheepish. "What, come on. You've got some new equipment, too. You're not curious?" Wyatt's armor clanked as she shifted awkwardly in her seat. "It's not like I haven't played sims as men before." "Right." Tom grinned. "So you've already done the groping thing." "That's not what I said!

You'll have to leave my meals on a tray outside the door because I'll be working pretty late on the secret of making myself invisible, which may take me almost until eleven o'clock.

„Kada se nađem u situaciji da mi je neprijatno ili da ne znam kako da odreagujem, ja se šalim. To je valjda postao i moj odbrambeni mehanizam da sakrijem strah i nesigurnost.

Western magical practitioners incorrectly call such a creature a demon, when I would describe it as a kidnapped inter-dimensional alien.

I am a mixture of contradictory elements. Equal parts earth and fire, melancholy and choler, I fear. But it is more that warmth and blue skies stir the blood, do you not think?

There were never going to be any happy ending for me. I know that now. But that is all right. That is all right.

I am floating, I thought, completely without anchor, at the mercy of the wind.

If a man doesn’t keep his word, he isn’t a man worth knowing, in my opinion.

People spoke so reverently of affection. For me, it seemed a torment. I couldn’t believe people enjoyed these feelings. How could someone relish this excruciating need to secure a claim on another human?

Having a heart that burned with emotion meant having a flame that could be doused in an instant by forces you could not fight, perils you could not see. To care was to be helpless in the worst possible way.

Grief is an impossible meal, so we cut it up into little pieces, dress it in ritual, and take it like a pill.

King might have his flaws, but pussy eating skills aren’t one of them.

A farm is an irregular patch of nettles bounded by short-term notes, containing a fool and his wife who didn’t know enough to stay in the city.

People kill over money and power and love, but no one kills over gnomes.

Talk. Talk about what had been haunting her these months. Haunting every thought, every dream, every breath. Talk.

He began to understand suddenly what friends were for: they reminded you that things weren't so bad after all. Reminded you never to stop laughing at yourself.

I wouldn’t give a fuck if you only got hard-ons for unicorns, dude.

Is there a way to to contact someone's computer with yours?" "Yes. It's called email," Wyatt replied.

How to salvage a dream, when the dreamer himself had been destroyed?

...we pretend to be grown up and responsible; we are so proud and self-assured--and look at the result. The world lies in bomb dust and ruins about us.

It matters not how a man dies, but how he lives. S.J.

The fact is that all of us have only one personality, and we wring it out like a dishtowel. You are what you are.

Most people think the closet is a small room. They think you can touch the walls, touch the door, turn the handle, and walk free. But when you're inside it, the closet is vast. No walls, no door, just empty darkness stretching the length of the world.

You know,” he says, when he sees where I’m looking. “Cinderella only left one shoe behind.” I fight my embarrassment by rolling my eyes. “Yeah, and Prince Charming didn’t break into her home to find her.” Nero grins. “The villains always have more fun.

You’re crazy,” I breathe. His hands dart out, gripping my ankles, and he yanks me down the bed. Again. Nero bends over me, putting our faces an inch apart. “For you, I’m fucking certifiable.

You’ve downloaded this information,” Cromwell said briskly, “so let’s make sure you understand it. We’ve been examining the evolution of combat, weaponry, and tactics. History has shown one simple fact: people are people. Period. All the technology and progress in the world can’t change the fundamentals of human nature. There will always be war as long as human beings are capable of envy, hatred, and fear.

Your head could fit in the muzzle of this thing," Vik said, awestruck. "Seriously. Come on and let's see." "I'm not sticking my head in a cannon thing. Stick your own head in." "I have highly temperamental hair. It'll get nestlike. You don't care when your hair gets nestlike, Tom. You can't possibly.

Are you guys seriously messing around with real weapons?" she exclaimed. "It's like you want Darwin Awards!" Tom flushed, and set his gun back on its hook. "It's not like we were going to start a dynastic war or something." "Yeah," Vik said guiltily, returning his own weapon.

You are brave and honorable and strong, and you are the only one who can see me as I am.

Yes, I'm a hypocrite. It doesn't change anything.

Sorry, Tim," Yuri said, regret in his voice. “Normally I would not push you around, but I must because you have become such a pansy.

لقد تسربت سنوات عديدة كالرمال من بين أصابعي ولم تترك أي أثر يدل عليها,لم تعد للدقائق وجود في حياتي ولم أعد أملك الا دقات الساعة لتعلمني أن الوقت يمر ويمضي بلا عودة.

If I decide I’m too good for Taco Bell, put a bullet in my brain and end my misery.

Faith can inspire greatness, but it can be used to justify breathtaking cruelties.

if he’s gonna be obsessed with me, he’d better be obsessed with only me.

I wonder what I would find if I could go back and decipher the layers, if it were possible to delve into my past that way, but realize that, even if it were possible, it would be futile.

I closed my eyes and he kissed my eyelids, barely brushing them with his lips. I felt safe, at home. I felt as if here, against his body, was the only place in which I belonged. The only place I had ever wanted to be. We lay in silence for a while, holding each other, our skin merging, our breathing synchronized. I felt as if silence might allow the moment to last for ever, which would still not be enough.

I guess I was a Bit obsessed. Sort of like when you see someone you want so badly for your lover, your mind won't let go of them. It creates images and sounds so sharp, you feel like you already know their touch from your dreams Evan Arden Page 68

That smile of hers could seriously crash planes.

He’ll never know what it would be like, to wake up beside her.

I am sliding, down,down. Toward blackness, I must not sleep. I must not sleep.I.Must.Not.Sleep.

If a task will take you two minutes or less to do, deal with it immediately and move on.

I want your soul. I've already lost mine. Join me in a beautiful, shared damnation-and this entire galaxy will fall prostrate at our feet.

I saw love on his face. It was real. A villain could love. He loved me. But love was no reason, no justification, no excuse.

Her thick, jiggly thighs that I want to take a fucking nap on.

No," I said simply. "I hate no one. I want only to be left in peace to understand the mysteries of the universe in my own way.

But death has taken root inside you and you know it will grow, like a cancer with a voice, from now until the day it consumes you whole.

Very little is needed to make a happy life; it’s all within yourself, in your way of thinking.” – Marcus Aurelius Ever

I’ve never punched a geriatric, but I’m not strictly against it.

We tend to concentrate on ourselves, we tend to think of what we can or cannot do, and we forget about God and his will and his providence.

This book is dedicated to Nero, the beautiful bastard who started it all. I love your unhinged ass. - This battle belongs to all of us. Because we’re all human. And that makes it ours.

…I feel like he’s taking advantage of me. Advantage of my illness. He thinks he can rewrite history in any way that he likes and I will never know, never be any the wiser. But I do know. I know exactly what he’s doing. And so I don’t trust him. In the end he is pushing me away, Dr. Nash. Ruining everything.

Never contend with a man who has nothing to lose. Baltasar Gracian (Baltasar Gracián y Morales, SJ (January 8, 1601 – December 6, 1658) was a Spanish Jesuit and writer. His proto-existentialist writings were lauded by Nietzsche and Schopenhauer.)

And it’s okay to daydream about a different life, so long as you’re still giving yourself credit for what you’ve accomplished on your own.

Relatives are the people we’re born with. Family are the people we chose to keep around.

The little things. Perhaps it is these trivialities I have been writing down in my book, these small hooks on which my whole life is hung.

Even if the gods are real, I don't think they can liberate us.

I am frightened to discover my past. What I have achieved, and what I have not.

Who's chasing you? Genghises. Large, angry Genghises.

If you have supportive family and friends combined with a strong will; there is no limit to what you can achieve.

„Posesivnost u vezi je negde duboko zatrpano i skriveno osećanje nesigurnosti u samoga sebe ali ponekada može suprotnoj strani da bude pokazatelj vaše privrženosti.

I do. I love you, Tyrus.

You're in my blood. We could be parted for centuries and I'll always recognize you.

Because I want to know that there’s someone – anyone – that might love me the way I want to be loved.

It's not what you're not sure of that gets you: It's when you just know it's okay, and you don't check.

Day lets her imagination free with an urban adventure that is not only fast-paced, but also erotic and addictive. [on Eve of Darkness ]

أدركت أن الظلام سيخيم قريبا وان الشمس ستغرب وان القمر سيتوسط كبد السماء وبهذا ينتهي يوم آخر وأخسره للأبد!! :(

Don’t you think the things people are most ashamed of are the things they cannot help?” -Pysche

You need to stop doubting things and just accept them.  Accept the happiness you’ve found with me and stop questioning if you deserve it or not.

A man with a basement full of guns and camera angles of my house, who also keeps body bags in his truck, has to be a red flag. Right?

Have you ever observed a tiger? A true breed like the ones in the Chrysanthemum? Not those kittenish sorts like those in our cloisters. They're all muscle and sinew, with jaws powerful enough to break the strongest man, yet if you see them stalk prey, if you see them hunt- the sheer strength gives them more grace than the most refined of delicate creatures. That's Nemesis.

Tom finally understood why his father saw humanity as worthless. It was hard to see much fundamental value in anything when the bad guys always won. Maybe this was simply what it was like to grow up.

There are times when just waking up can feel like the hardest thing anyone could ever ask you to do. The first morning after your child has died, perhaps. Or after the man you adore has walked out. You would give anything, certainly the rest of your life, to stay down in the darkness of not knowing.

ان الناس يغيرون الحقائق علي الدوام,ويعيدون كتابة تاريخهم ليسهلوا الأمور علي أنفسهم ويجعلوها أكثر ملائمة لروايات الأحداث المفضلة لديهم.انهم بفعلون هذا بشكل تلقائي ويخترعون الذكريات من دون تفكير.فان أقنع المرء نفسه بحدوث شئ ما بشكل متكرر بما يكفي لأن يصدقه,فسوف يصدقه فعلا,وهذا ما يجعله يتذكره بعد ذلك.

In other words, our willpower works like a muscle and it weakens throughout the day, since it’s used constantly. We all have a limit to our willpower, and once we’ve reached the limit, it becomes very difficult to focus.

But if you ever look at my wife like that again, I’ll remove your eyeballs from your skull. Understand? Him calling me his wife shouldn’t mean anything. And him threatening to blind a man, painfully, shouldn’t be endearing.

I want to sleep. To find a safe place somewhere, and close my eyes, and rest, like an animal. That is what I am. An animal. Living from moment to moment, day to day, trying to make sense of the world in which I find myself.

We tell ourselves often enough that something happened, we start to believe it, and then we can actually remember it.

Lord knows why I find you attractive, Michael, when you generally smell like weed and broken hobo dreams.

Silence is the rule. Words are complications, sharp edges that cut up our tongues. We keep them in with walls of teeth, preserve the peace.

You shouldn’t write off the possibility of a good romp with a guy just because he goes furry a few days every month.

Soon I will sleep, and my brain will begin to delete everything. Tomorrow I will go through it all again.

She looks so young, so hungry, her eyes full of possibility, of what is in store for her.

Nemojte da vam život prođe u traženju savršene osobe, jer takva ne postoji. Postoji osoba savršena za vas, nju potražite!

Between God and the individual soul, however, there are no insignificant moments; this is the mystery of divine providence.

Everyone wishes someone would come and save them, and no one ever does.

We are, all of us, similar and yet unique, and not one of us alike enough to judge the other. I have my strengths, you have yours.

I’m trying this thing where if I believe hard enough, everything I don’t want to do will just fade away into nothingness. So far it isn’t working.

He felt like anything was possible around her, like his life meant more, like he meant more.

Pain, or pleasure. I could not tell where one ended and the other began.

The hard lessons are the ones you usually heed more.

Fear is nothing to be ashamed of. It keeps us alive more often than not. Gives us caution, spares us pain. It can also hold us back. Wisdom comes from knowing the difference between listening to our fear, and when to be brave.

أدركت أنه لم يعد لدي أي طموح بعد الآن,وأنني لم أعد أريد من حياتي سوي أن أشعر بانني انسانة طبيعية وأن أعيش ككل انسان أخر يبني تحربة فوق أخري,وأن يمنح كل يوم يومي التالي شكله ولونه.انني أريد أن أنمو ببطء وأن أتعلم الأشياء وأشكل التجارب.

You've been the joy of this sun-scorned existence," he rasped in my ears. "Every moment of unhappiness I've had, I'd relive a thousand times just for the heartbeats I've passed with you. Now by the light of all the stars, save yourself."

Medusa's lips split with that challenging smile, and for a second he recognized her somehow, he knew her on some primal level, the same way he'd recognized he behind the face of Brunhilde, the helmet of Achilles, or in hat ship maneuvering in space ,and then she flickered away. The simulation darkened around him. Tom pulled out his neural wire, Medusa's dangerous smile lingering in his brain.

There was a letter, tucked among the pictures. It was addressed to Santa Claus and written in blue crayon. The jerky letters danced across the page. He wanted a bike, he said, or a puppy, and promised to be good. It was signed, and he had added his age. Four. I do not know why, but as I read it, my world seemed to collapse. Grief exploded in my chest like a grenade. I had been feeling calm - not happy, not even resigned, but calm - and that serenity vanished, as if vaporized. Beneath it, I was raw.

Scared by the noise, Millie looked down at her brothers. Then she held out both arms and Tom's stomach turned cold. She was going to jump to him, like she did from the back of the sofa. She was going to jump, confident that he'd catch her, like he always did.

Love. Comfort. I didn’t know what those were, but I wanted them. I would have them. I closed the distance and snapped the man’s neck. As the third corpse dropped to the floor at my feet, the Matriarch smiled.

That's lucky?" Tom repeated bitterly. "Lucky now means 'worst case scenario ever,' then. That's great. Good to know." "Sir," Blackburn corrected. "You outrank me. You shouldn't call me 'sir.'" "Raines, you'll address me as 'sir' or I will stick you back down in that cell next to the census device until 'sir' is the only word you remember." Tom bristled. He'd never hated someone so much. "Sir, yes, sir. I'll use 'sir,' sir. Is that all, sir?" "Oh, I'd say that's all. Get into the simulation with the others." Blackburn jabbed at his forearm keyboard. "It irritates me just looking at you." Back at you, Tom thought.

He forgave you though,' said Claire. 'He never held it against you, ever. All he cared about was that you lived, and that you got better. He would have given everything for that. Everything. Nothing else mattered.

Progress? You call this progress?” I was almost shouting now, anger spilled out of me as if I could no longer contain it. “If that’s what it is, then I don’t know if I want it.” The tears were flooding now, uncontrollable. “I don’t want it!” I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to my grief. It felt better, somehow, to be helpless.

„Reci im da ću ih izbaciti napolje ako se ne utišaju, ne mogu da spavam.“ Vikao je Vladimir iz svoje sobe, doduše ne zvučeći baš ljutito. „Ne možeš da spavaš jer si previše začinio večeru i sada te muči žgaravica,“ odgovorila mu je Nataša i dodala:„Nemaš više dvadeset, ti si sada čovek u godinama.“ Namignula je curama i poželela laku noć.Krenula je da zatvara vrata kada se začuo Vladimirov glas: „Dođi da ti pokažem šta može čovek u godinama!

I’ve done bad things, Valentine.” I brush my lips over her pinkened cheek. “But I’ll always be good to you.

do things with purpose, you have nothing to apologize for.

He was the family I’ve always wanted.

He had to live out the entirety of his life as Dalton Prestwick. It was really a worse fate than anything Tom could inflict on him.

Men always say I LOVE YOU as a QUESTION

I’m gonna kiss the hell out of you, Bryant, and don’t you dare pull away.” For the second time, our mouths sealed, but this time, the kiss was undeniably soul-wrecking, and that was when I knew that Claire Bryant was about to become my weak side.

I step back further, until I feel cold tiles against my back. It is then I get the glimmer that I associate with memory. As my mind tries to settle on it, it flutters away, like ashes caught in a breeze, and I realize that in my life there is a then, a before, though before what I cannot say, and there is a now, and there is nothing between the two but a long, silent emptiness that has led me here, to me and him, in this house.

Are you happy, Zack?” I ask. A dangerous question. One I have no right to ask. I’m standing, my hand on the passenger door to the Suburban. He’s on the driver’s side, key in the lock. “I’m not sure I ever will be. Something’s missing. I don’t even know what it is, but I know I want it back in the worst possible way.

„Kada se sretnete oči u oči sa svojim protivnikom, nikako ne smete dozvoliti da vidi da ste uznemireni ili će to iskoristiti protiv vas. Nađete mu slabu tačku, a onda svoju igru prebacite na ozbiljniji nivo i napadnete, ne pružajući mu vreme za oporavak.

I had braced myself for imminent death, and there you exploded upon us like some avenging angel. I have grown used to the idea that human beings die or they betray and I could only rely on myself, but that's not true anymore. I feel I can trust you. That may seem so small an admission, but from me, it is the greatest compliment I can ever give.

One stifling summer afternoon last August, in the attic of a tiny stone house in Pennsylvania, I made a most interesting discovery: the shortest, cheapest method of inducing a nervous breakdown ever perfected. In this technique..., the subject is placed in a sharply sloping attic heated to 340 F and given a mothproof closet known as the Jiffy-Cloz to assemble.

بينما كنت أتأمل باعجاب أدركت أنها ليست حقيقية.فأنا أعرف أنني لا أتذكر ما حدث فعلا,بل أتذكر الصورة التي رسمتها في ذهني وأنا أقرأ عما حدث,ولهذا,فهذه مجرد ذكري لذكري سابقة.انها ذكريات للذكريات.ان معظم الناس يعودون بذاكرتهم الي سنوات عديدة وعقود مديدة,ولكن الأمر بالنسبة الي لا يتعدي بضع ساعات.

„Želim da želiš samo mene i da mi pripadaš cela ali ne znam jesi li mi spremna sve to pružiti!“ Rekao je glasom punim sumnje.„Ja sam teška, komplikovana osoba. Zahtevan sam i ponekad sebičan. U tvom slučaju veoma sebičan, ne želim da te delim ni sa kim. Kada si ti u pitanju odjednom sam posesivan i pretvaram se u jebenog neandertalca.Ne znam šta je to tako specijalno u vezi tebe ali jednostavno osećam to ovde,“ udario se blago šakom po grudima pa nastavio, „osećam da mi je potrebno da mi pripadaš. Da će me to ispuniti.

Every time Tom was tempted to turn back, he made himself think of his brother. Joe, who he sometimes thought had been sent to earth to make his life miserable, who had been a complete pain from the day he was born, who was always getting his own way and who he fantasized about killing at least once a week. Joe, who he really didn't think he could live the rest of his life without.

Day has mixed her urban fantasy with biblical references, tight plotting, exciting action, and a hero...or two...you won't soon forget. Eve manages to be a kick-ass--and yet human and vulnerable--heroine. I would highly recommend this book and I can't wait for the next in the series. [on Eve of Darkness ]

How tempting it must be for him to keep quiet, and how difficult life must be for him, knowing that I carry these jagged shards of memory with me always, everywhere, like tiny bombs, and at any moment one might pierce the surface and force me to go through the pain as if for the first time, taking him with me.

My girl is here. I close the distance between us. Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around the front of her throat and hold her in place. “Hi, Bunny.” Her throat moves with a swallow against my palm. “Hi —” My lips find hers. I can’t wait another moment.

It’s hard to be happy in a relationship unless we are first happy with ourselves. That’s why it’s important to take a few moments every day to do something we thoroughly enjoy, whether it’s a quick five-minute meditation or maybe listening to your favorite song. When we are happy, we can make others happy, improving our social lives and relationships immensely.

I’m not staying,” he mutters it this time. He sounds so resigned, even as he does the opposite of what he just said, and I almost laugh. Nero drops onto his back, shifting the pillow, lifting his head and smacking it back down against the lumpy cotton, trying to get comfortable. With one final sigh, he stretches his arm out in my direction. “Come fucking cuddle with me.

These snatched moments. Kneeling in front of the closet or leaning on the bed. Writing. I am feverish. It floods out of me, almost without thought. Pages and pages. I am here again now, while Ben thinks I am resting. I cannot stop. I want to write down everything. I wonder if this is what it was like when I wrote my novel, this pouring onto the page. Or had that been slower, more considered? I wish I could remember.

I think of writing as a partnership with the reader. My goal is to feed their imagination, but only partially. If you give them everything, you limit their ability. It’s borderline insulting. The key with description is to give the reader just enough so they experience what's going on, but leave a little out so they’re encouraged to fill in the blanks. This is where the magic happens. Let them breathe life into your story in a way only they can.

Tyrus stepped down from his dais, and he was blinding like the sun itself with his halo of hair done in the Helionic ceremonial fashion, his effervescent gold ceremonial coat. But in that face that could look utterly ruthless, there was a softness, a need, and he said, 'Nemesis, did you hear her speak?' I looked up at him, so wary, choking on uncertainty. 'How could I miss it?' 'I did this for you. This was all for you. The universe may deliver itself into my possession, and I'll still feel as though I've lost everything without you by my side. I am madly in love with you, and I hope to all the stars you still feel something for me.

Everything seems different now. The room I am in looks no more familiar to me than it did this morning when I woke up and stumbled into it, trying to find the kitchen, desperate for a drink of water, desperate to piece together what happened last night. And yet it no longer seems shot through with pain, and sadness. It no longer seems emblematic of a life I cannot consider living. The ticking of the clock at my shoulder is no longer just marking time. It speaks to me. Relax, it says. Relax, and take what comes.

is precisely for these reasons that De Roover calls both secularism and liberalism secularised versions of Christian onto-epistemology, obscured by the employment of secularism itself as a filter to understand history. De Roover is not alone in holding this view. There are others, such as Carl L. Becker, S.J. Barnett and Elizabeth S. Hurd, who believe that at the very least the evidence to support the common assumption that the Enlightenment was a move away from Christianity towards secular reason is as far as it can get from being conclusive. That the secularisation of the Enlightenment is perhaps the consequence of a retrospective approach to history, appears to be the more plausible argument. This is because several of the leading Enlightenment thinkers were pious Christians in a society heavily committed to Christianity, whose philosophies were significantly more influenced