Your life is an occasion. Rise to it.
Mrs. Reed grabbed Kayla’s wrist. “Good. You haven’t gotten that damned tattoo. Whatever you do, don’t let them make you get it.
It’ll be okay.” She didn’t know if it would be okay or not. She somehow doubted it, but what else was there to say?
You have to know where you were going in order to get there.
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Birds fascinated her. How did they do that, seeming to fly with one mind, each of them able to anticipate what the others would do?
You become the monster you fear the worst, so the monster won’t overtake you.
If these were indications of new love, as Sergei expected they were, then he was not surprised. All that scraping and arguing, the teasing and playful antagonism, could only mean on thing. It was a sure sign of attraction.
Toy Empressario Wonder Afficianado Avid Shoewearer.
We humans can never claim to do nothing, we breath, we pulse, we regenerate.
There are a million things one might do with a block of wood. But what do you think might happen if someone, just once, believed in it?
Even though she saw tattoos everywhere, they continued to fascinate her. How bizarre to be branded like a box of cereal. Didn’t people mind being counted as just one more product on a shelf? There had to be more to a person than that.