There’s a certain deeper sort of beauty in the bleak. I see it that bleak is beautiful in part because it is too deathly and grim to fathom itself so.
It came ‘before the next’ as what some may call the foundation – beyond traditions or old texts, and rationalizations: Education comes second, the progression of a nation; but ‘Common Sense’ is the treasure that sustains generations.
A mind inclined to misery is a mind that must keep busy.
A once-high society lowers itself when having little to no respect for even a decent honesty, and it’s at its lowest when, at last, truth is frowned upon.
Tough men are tough not because they want to be tough, but because they have to be tough. Outgrow the adolescent fawning over being a tough guy, and you will become a tough man.
Better a curse from God than a blessing from Satan.
In my understanding, there are a number of souls, particularly those of the crowd, who are forever subconsciously looking for a mere human system or human being to be a godlike figure for the masses: one to wear the crown, to take the throne... which is why it seems for the lives of them they can barely cope when they feel the wrong one is holding that throne.
You might see that I am a writer for a reason. In speech and from my mouth we taste the words unseasoned. It’s teasing the truth which to my mind reeks of treason.
For some, their ‘self-love’ was really just a hell that felt numb; they’d made themselves so protected, so delicate, that like jail-cells their boundaries had become.
How puzzlingly fitting one can be, a couple of opposites. She was loud and fiery; he was quiet and cold. She always defended him verbally; he always defended her physically.
The enemy that is Envy is trigger-happy; he’s pretty much a gunslinger who wields a silenced Demotivator – sent with sabotage, suicide, and suppression, he assassinates in secret, and so hopes to exterminate, to kill what was meant to motivate him – in simpler terms and less expression: he shoots the messenger.
God enters through the cracks of broken hearts, as do the demons when given their way.
It is rather pitiful how obvious it is, and usually how simple it can be, for one to be blunt and critical, all the while fooling oneself into thinking that it makes him look sharp and analytical.
A know-it-all poses to know everything, so he will therefore tell you anything; although his brain forgets that one crucial thing, which is that other people, too, have brains.
Societies sometimes smear Wisdom and her natural, symmetrical beauty. She is at times caked beneath the extreme makeup of dirty politics and yellow journalism. At times she may appear to be the red, far-right extremist to a majority that has drifted too far left – and at other times, the blue, far-left extremist to a majority that has drifted too far right. ‘She’ is Wisdom, a beacon in the center of hope and a lighthouse to be utilized. She is truth that must be washed by the sea of Love.
As a young Christian, what I asked was that Christians did and said things in such a way that made people not want to do and say the opposite.
Humans find it rather natural to believe in some sort of Higher Power; but it takes something supernatural to actually find that Higher Power... And then finally, to believe it.
Take care of your mind and your body. Even if you do not care about yourself, do it at least for the ones whom you care: If it is indeed true that in a marital union you become as one flesh, then disrespecting yourself is disrespecting your spouse.
Envy is much like a heart that sheds innocent blood, but brands itself the dam to a magnificent flood: menacing you’ll become to what could lift you above – not from your hands it starts, but your inner parts it loves.
He was a chronomancer in managing his time, a true magician with it. He had duties, everyone has duties, but he knew that not everyone has to be late because of them.
Hold just enough ego to be a man of your word, and to stand against evil mobs who force the absurd.