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We all have sinned so far in our lives and might continue too but still we all love talking about others sins, Elaborating, exaggerating, laughing, commenting, cursing... And we all enjoy it hahaha

Dating someone exclusively for four months in New York is like four years in Anchorage.

I become quite melancholy and deeply grieved to see men behave to each other as they do. Everywhere I find nothing but base flattery, injustice , self-interest, deceit and roguery. I cannot bear it any longer; I'm furious; and my intention is to break with all mankind.

Nowadays it's more beneficial to act like a mutt, than understand reality.

I have a scar-a faint gouge in my knee from when I fell down on the sidewalk as a child. It's always seemed stupid to me that none of the pain I've experienced has left a visible mark; sometimes, without a way to prove it to myself. I began to doubt that I had lied through it at all, with the memories becoming hazy over time. I want to have some kind of reminder that while wounds heal, they don't disappear forever- I carry them everywhere, always, and that is the way of things, the way of scars.That is what this tattoo will be, for me: a scar. And it seems fitting that it should document the worst memory of pain I have.

If she's in pain now she doesn't show it; she just closes her eyes and surrenders, and that is worse than her screaming for help, somehow.

He has seen enough of daily evil to be thankful for small goods that come his way.

I can't tell you why I was in love with her. People didn't require that much as they do now. Folks were expected to be civilized to one another, honest, and - and clear. You relied on people being what they said they were, because there was no other way to survive.

But I know that for every good thing that comes along, there is always a cost.

Ignorance binds people tighter than culture.

Politeness, delicacy [and] decency ... are but three different names for hypocrisy, chicanery, and cowardice.

When people pressure you to engage in negative decisions and actions, look at them boldly in the eyes and dare them to do good.

I kept returning to this new and bizarre question: is there anything that actually is as it seems? Is anything perceptually straightforward? Maybe that__ inherently impossible, because impressions are, by their very nature, cumulative _ the sum of all your interactions with and perceptions of things.

Be kind to all the people you meet on your journey.

People are fascinating. Especially the ones who hate me.

May God bless all mankind.

Society as a whole is more and more splitting up into two great hostile camps

How then did it work out, this? How did one judge people, think of them? How did one add up this and that and conclude that it was liking one felt, or disliking?