retreat

The dark might be dark, but at least we don__ have to look at ourselves when we__e standing in it.

If I__ chasing the wrong thing, what I__ chasing will end up chasing me. And in the end, I__ less likely to be the one doing the catching.

I want my heart to be the thin place. I don't want to board a plane to feel the kiss of heaven. I want to carry it with me wherever I go. I want my fragile, hurting heart, to recognize fleeting kairos, eternal moments as they pass. I want to be my own mountain and my own retreat.

Jesus was a hiker. The wilderness was His retreat.

When someone puts an end to something, it doesn't mean that he gave up, it means that thing is not taking him anywhere.

You__l do fine if you have any strength at all, but listen to your Green angel and give yourself more exit points. You__e in for some rude awakenings in battle, and young souls often retreat under fire. You__l end up trying to find a shortcut back home and that always makes a big mess.

There is no shame in strategic retreat if it lets you remain strong enough to go after the enemy later.

Apathy is giving up when we need to get up.

...I retreat into my fictional world where everything makes sense - but even there I can't even control what people do...

I__l find out who__ inside. Wait here and keep alert!_ Hallam rasped. He skirted the main path to skulk towards one of the shuttered windows on the building__ eastern wall. There was a crack in the wood and he gently inched closer to peer inside.There was a hearth-fire with a pot bubbling away and a battered table made of a length of wood over two pieces of cut timber. A small ham hung from the rafters, away from the rats and mice. He couldn__ see anyone but there was a murmur of voices. Hallam leaned in even closer and a young boy with hair the colour of straw saw the movement to stare. It was Little Jim. Thank God, the child was safe. Snot hung from his nose and he was pale. Hallam put a finger to his lips, but the boy, not even four, did not understand, and just gaped innocently back.Movement near the window. A man wearing a blue jacket took up a stone bottle and wiped his long flowing moustache afterwards. His hair was shoulder-length, falling unruly over the red collar of his jacket. Tied around his neck was a filthy red neckerchief. A woman moaned and the man grinned with tobacco stained teeth at the sound. Laughter and French voices. The woman whimpered and Little Jim turned to watch unseen figures. His eyes glistened and his bottom lip dropped. The woman began to plead and Hallam instinctively growled.The Frenchman, hearing the noise, pushed the shutter open and the pistol__ cold muzzle pressed against his forehead. Hallam watched the man__ eyes narrow and then widen, before his mouth opened. Whatever he intended to shout was never heard, because the ball smashed through his skull to erupt in a bloody spray as it exited the back of the Frenchman__ head.There was a brief moment of silence. _28th!_ Hallam shouted, as he stepped back against the wall. __ake ready!

Possession is not only when the devil plays hide and seek in your brain or poison your medula oblongata with negativity, but it is also when you are under the influence of the same specie as you!

Some details in life may look insignificant but appear to be vital leitmotifs in a person's life. They may have the value of "Rosebuds" of Citizen Kane or "Madeleine cookies" of Marcel Proust or "Strawberry fields" of the Beatles. People regularly walk down the memory lane of their early youth. The paper boats of their childhood are recurrently floating on the waves of their mind and bring back the mood and the spirit of the early days. They enable us to retreat from the trivial, daily worries and can generate delightful bliss and true joy in a sometimes frantic and chaotic life. ("Paper boats forever" )

A lion will only retreat if you stare it in the eyes; likewise, so will fear.

He tried to get drunk, __o forget about life for awhile,_ as that oldBilly Joel song once said, but the scotch couldn't anesthetize his painand provide a retreat from the reality of his latest failures.

Be bold in life. Seize the moment. There is no surrender, no retreat. There is only conquer or be conquered, victory or defeat. Anything less is to be forgotten to history.

I have learned that I must push the pause button occasionally and retreat into that private place in my soul where it is only me and God!

Staying silent is like a slow growing cancer to the soul and a trait of a true coward. There is nothing intelligent about not standing up for yourself. You may not win every battle. However, everyone will at least know what you stood for__OU.

There is no need searching for love, it cannot be found-it happens!