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Harold is clever from Person of Interest.

The characters in Person of Interest are unique in incredible way.

I am needed here. Atlantis can burn in the nine hells for all I care. I have sacrificed enough to Poseidon. My days as high priest are done.

Always you, since the moment I first lay my hands on you to heal that bullet wound. SinceI fell inside your soul. Don__ you know that by now, Quinn?

Everything has happen, will happen and it's going to happen in one moment. There isn't even and time, time is an illusion - get it?? It even doesn't exist, I'm here now, but even the word "now" doesn't exist. Everything has happen in one day, but people prefer to have some kind a time like day, date, year, century and time (under time, hours, minutes, seconds and so on and so on). Because you should know when you did that if you said in under one day it's kind a...

You don__ always have to take it all on, either, you know. The weight of the world. The responsibility for everyone else__ problems. Sometimes it__ okay to let somebody else worry about you.

He slumped down in the command seat and shut off the irritating alarm. He sighed again. It seemed to be a wonderful day for Mykl d__ngelo, captain and owner of the __ramp_ freighter Pegasus. As wonderful days went on his personal scale, this one was rated one of the best.

The Imperial Senate, ever conscious of the weight of public opinion resting on the tip of the pencil come voting day, wanted to be fair and just _ or at least appear that way. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, there was little love lost between Imperial troops and the locals who viewed each other with little short of open hostility, and often through the sighting devices attached to weaponry of various diverse descriptions.

I realized that day that blessings come in a variety of shapes, colors, and sizes.

I'm convinced normal people miss the majority of God's blessings because they're too busy to notice them.

35. God is entitled to a portion of our income__ot because He needs it but because we need to give it.

Most of us think we're too busy or too important to rest for a day.

A clue is a key which unlocks_a box full of keys - those peculiarly tempting arrangements of_circumstance and fate_are points of departure which_lead to infinite realms of mystery that_beckon with the taboo of hidden knowledge._ I am compelled to follow where the curling finger of_intrigue_flits seductively among shadows whose origins lie in primeval_antiquity._ The Forbidden Occult is forever enshrined in the luminous_cathedral of my imagination.__Every philosopher's stone I look_under carries my mind_aloft on the fairy_wings of discovery to ever higher treasures of exponentially expanding conscious awareness.

I was one of those unfortunates adopted by upper middle-class professionals and nurtured in an environment of learning, art and a socio-religious culture steeped in more than 2000 years of Talmudic tradition. Not everyone is lucky enough to have been raised in a whiskey tango trailer park by a bow-legged female whose sole qualification for motherhood is a womb that happened to catch a sperm of a passing truck driver.

More important, it's because God is our only true source of life.

I wonder if He anticipates the day when He can make us understand what was occurring in our time of trial. I wonder if He broods over our sorrows.

For Commander Ripley Jones, it was becoming more and more troublesome. It had been said that nothing is infallible, Antares apparently being the proof. After hastily recalling all crew and leaving Spacedock 7 thirty hours ago, there had been nothing but problems. Breakdowns in the sensors and telemetry, system failures of a wide variety and finally _ the Last Straw: a coupling seal in the stardrive engine failed. Fortunately the cut-out worked, or the whole of engineering would__e disappeared in a flaming ball of anti-matter. Five crewmen were seriously injured as it was. Commander Smith, the Chief Entech, had the offending unit stripped down and under repair. They were currently on conversion drive - which could only propel them at sub-light speeds _ and Ripley was currently in an elevator with a very pissed Captain Falconer.

You lost your son, but reality he is alive, my father I lost him I know on 99% he is dead if this is faken okay, I will know that he is alive, but who knows?? I haven't met him after I lost him, you met your son didn't you?? And then you lost him, it sounds fair does it?? (Storm Of The Century by Stephen King)