One has to be at least as ancient as I am now to see that if you try to make sense of life, if you look for patterns and meaning, not only are you bound to be disappointed, you are likely to waste a good deal of precious time.
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Why can__ I remember that not once have I ever seen a coin, whether grimy copper or bright gold, that had but one side.
We would soon be on our way to war, where mercy is unwise and kindness has no place.
Since my arrival in Rome, I have had many opportunities to wonder if compassion__ opposite is cruelty, or to reflect whether or not indifference would serve as a better black to its white.
He wore the memory of her embrace like armor, and though he knew it would not save his life, it would be all that was left to him to ease his passage into whatever lay beyond.
Strange, is it not, how even those of us who scoff at divine intervention will fall to our knees and clasp our hands the moment we realize our futures are defined by uncertainty and hazard. A thoughtful man would never leave his knees. A wise man would never drop to them. In any case, it wasn__ really a prayer, but one does like to follow convention now and then.
The past is set down in a thousand thousand indelible scrolls. But the future is a blank parchment forever in wait of a present.
Children__heir untroubled, idyllic vision of the future is almost always shattered. Sooner or later they learn what all youth must__hat life is the cruel fate that awaits them while they make plans for a tomorrow that will never be.
Alone with my wine and my misery, I was convinced that life was composed of a string of __f only___ leading from one self-inflicted bungle to the next until at some point, one__ final iteration of the excuse became one__ final utterance, and one expired.
Oh, the unintended consequences of perfidy!
There is no such thing as unrequited love; the phrase ought to be stricken from the lexicon. Love is a thing shared, an intertwining of essential separateness into something not quite alone. There is nothing like it under the heavens. Like bread, it will not be made with flour or water alone; the recipe requires both. Guarding each other__ vulnerability provides the yeast that makes it rise, and salt from the tears that caring brings lends the finishing touch.
I advise, however, moderation in this task of setting goals, or else risk becoming tangled up in a Gordian knot of life__ many disappointments.
It is we who move through time, not the reverse. When we walk beyond any one of life__ instants, it becomes nothing more than a receding milestone. We can look back, but we cannot retrace our steps. The past remains stationary, while we are doomed to move ever onwards. To do otherwise is against nature.
Some men simply refuse to appear insulted. But then, having felt the sting from the slap on their cheek, know just where to slip the knife, their smile never fading.
It is laughable how often good manners interfere with my survival.
It is a terrible thing to witness death by violence, a thousand times worse to hold a man__ life in your own hands and to willingly, consciously take it from him. Acknowledged or not, something noble has been scoured from your insides, never to be replaced. You saved a friend__ life, and there lies ample justification. But never peace, never balance, never the same. At least that is how it seems to me.
Yes, I have a romantic nature; it is a character flaw which should be viewed with pity, not derision.
Pride costs nothing, yet it is especially precious when it can be __urchased_ at someone else__ expense.