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Happiness is a prison, Evey. Happiness is the most insidious prison of all

Courage comes in the form of a girl.

It made the woman feel like a thousand seas had come together from all worlds, like faraway lands had been bridged together, and the vastness of the known and the unknown were somehow easier to comprehend.

His three boats stove around him, and oars and men both whirling in the eddies; one captain, seizing the line-knife from his broken prow, had dashed at the whale, as an Arkansas duellist at his foe, blindly seeking with a six inch blade to reach the fathom-deep life of the whale. That captain was Ahab. And then it was, that suddenly sweeping his sickle-shaped lower jaw benieath him, Moby Dick had reaped away Ahab's leg.

Yea, and if some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep,even so I will endure_For already have I suffered full much,and much have I toiled in perils of waves and war.Let this be added to the tale of those.

But they could neither of them persuade me, for there is nothing dearer to a man than his own country and his parents, and however splendid a home he may have in a foreign country, if it be far from father or mother, he does not care about it.

He looked up at the stars as the storm closed in and saw them extinguished, one-by-one, until just two remained. They glimmered and shone through gaps in the clouds like two great eyes in the darkness, burning on a demon__ face that chased him across the sea.

There are demons within. And they're the deadliest kind.

Confidence don't mean jack shit in the real world, sis," she once said. I feel myself finding the courage to trust those words more and more with every twist of the knife. Coincidentally, last Tuesday afternoon I was involuntarily exposed to the punch line of an old wise tale that goes something like: "There's beauty that can be found in everything." But why can't the insensitive cunt who said that ever find the courage to look in the mirror? Because poopycock, one might say.

A port arrival makes you feel so free ...To realize what it is to be a free man, with a world before him;

Give Compassion: Every day the average person fights epic battles never told just to survive.

Jesus wastes none of our stories, even our tales of woe. He transforms them into epic adventures where we dare to face our past for the sake of our present.

Jesus didn't die on the cross so we can do something epic. He died so we can have a relationship with an epic God who moves in epic ways!

There was a feeling on the air like the eve of the end of the world...

Splendor was the decree of the day.

Seek Knowledge, Protect Knowledge, Share Knowledge.

Beauty to beguile, spies to ensnare, and gold, always gold, to tempt, to trap, to control.

We've seen firsthand the footprints of the Mordant's treachery.