Men are often made stupid by love.
In this crazy future tumbling like an avalanche straight at us, the ambitions of two people didn’t amount to a hill of beans.
Those in the Mysterium had different views about to whom and when the truth of them should be revealed. Their.
Because we have free will, our tomorrows are never determined until we make them day by day.
Besides, some books contained disturbing ideas. They started you thinking about things you wanted to forget, and though your thoughts became intolerable, you could not put them to rest. The.
A passion to rule, to tear down society and remake it more to their liking, a passion to silence all dissent and to make a world in which they wouldn’t have to hear an opinion at variance with their own. The passion for destruction always has more appeal to more people than does the passion to preserve and build. It’s an ugly truth of human nature. Passion, sir. The kind of raw passion that breeds ruthlessness.
But personal safety at the expense of others was cowardice, and cowardice was a right only of small children who lacked the strength and experience to defend themselves.
Prayer never works. Expect no miracles, Father. The dead stay dead, and the living only wait.
But once in a while, they have to see one of their own get his package cut off just so they’ll stop and wonder if maybe there is a god.
Mom said nature was more like a bipolar aunt who treated you kindly most of the time but, now and then, could be a real witch, conjuring killer storms and vicious animals, like big toothy mountain lions that, if given a menu, would always order tender children.
You can only be in one place at a time, odd one. So it’s imperative that you be in the right place for the right reason.
Grief thrived in a quiet heart, and right now hers thundered with terror and revulsion.
A man’s commitment to others, especially to friends and family, could never be excessive.
You could live a thousand lives through stories – and learn to shape your own life into a story of the best kind.
On the one hand, the attorney general, Tio Barbizon, now owed him a favor. On the other hand, if this situation couldn’t be contained and if it blew up on them, Hayden might suffer some damage to his image for having acceded so quickly to Barbizon’s request. What.
We have a weight to carry and a distance we must go. We have a weight to carry, a destination we can’t know. We have a weight to carry and can put it down nowhere. We are the weight we carry from there to here to there. – The Book of Counted Sorrows.
Yet each time that they are given but one reason to doubt, a worm in the apple of the heart makes them turn away from a thousand proofs of the miraculous, whereupon they have a drunkard’s thirst for cynicism, and they feed upon despair as a starving man upon a loaf of bread.
But our greatest treasure, hope, remains. It is a sturdy little motor within, purring, ticking, driving us on when reason would suggest surrender. It is both the most pathetic and noblest thing about us, the most absurd and the most admirable quality we possess, for as long as we have hope, we also have the capacity for love, for caring, for decency.
Here, in the quiet hours after midnight. Like sitting on a beach. The night rolls and breaks and tosses up our losses like bits of wreckage, all that’s left of one ship or another.
A novena to the darkness.