I believe you’re still in there,” he says against my mouth. “Come back.
We believe in a God who gives peace and cherishes it, so we give peace to each other and cherish it.
But there is something appealing about it here too, a freedom, a refusal to belong to theses arbitrary categories we’ve made for ourselves.
Los seres humanos en su conjunto no aguantan mucho tiempo siendo buenos; al final la maldad regresa para volver a envenenarnos.
Sometimes we need to fight for peace.
It’s strange how, even though I should be grieving, I feel like I am actually getting back pieces of her, word by word, line by line.
I didn’t think it would affect you this way.” Then he looks down and shrugs. “Sometimes I forget that I can hurt you. That you are capable of being hurt.
And that gives me a lot of hope, because if I don’t know what perfect means, it’s not something I can reach on my own. Which means that I can stop trying to be perfect and just try to love the people around me and the things I’m doing.
Lying to protect yourself lasts for so long before the truth emerges. Like a wild animal, the truth is too powerful to remain caged.
When I pull away, and he opens his eyes, I see everything about them, the dart of light blue in his left eye, the dark blue that makes me feel like I am safe inside it, like I am dreaming.
Abnegation say you should only let someone sacrifice himself for you if it’s the ultimate way for them to show they love you.
Yeah, sometimes life really sucks, but you know what I’m holding on for? The moments that don’t suck. The trick is to notice them when they come around.
Yes, I’m sure it will be very peaceful when we are all dead or cowering in submission under the threat of mind control or stuck in an endless simulation.
If we have little, and we want for little, and we are all equal, we envy no one.
Maybe I was just angry that the world had become such a complicated place, that I have never known even a fraction of the truth about it.
If he is a coward, it isn’t because he doesn’t enjoy pain. It is because he refuses to act.
I am the instrument of my own destruction.
That internal war doesn’t seem like a product of genetic damage – it seems completely, purely human.
Tired, not just of living, but of existing.
Its imposible to have real friendship when no one feels like they can accept help or even talk about themselves.