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If something's permanent, it's definitely not love.

I not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of suffering

Maybe it would feel nice. Maybe it wouldn't feel like a betrayal. Besides, who was I betraying, anyway? Just myself.

Love can take one over the clouds, out to space And also to the depths of the Earth where you get trapped and coming back feels like a forgotten dream..

Last night I watched the weather channel, as is my habit. Elsewhere in the world there are floods: roiling brown water, bloated cows floating by, survivors huddled on rooftops. Thousands have drowned. Global warming is held accountable: People must stop burning things up, it is said. Gasoline, oil, whole forests. But they won't stop. Greed and hunger lash them on, as usual.

If you are eager to find the reason I became the Kvothe they tell stories about, you could look there, I suppose."Chronicler's forehead wrinkled. "What do you mean, exactly?"Kvothe paused for a long moment, looking down at his hands. "Do you know how many times I've been beaten over the course of my life?"Chronicler shook his head.Looking up, Kvothe grinned and tossed his shoulders in a nonchalant shrug. "Neither do I. You'd think that sort of thing would stick in a person's mind. You'd think I would remember how many bones I've had broken. You'd think I'd remember the stitches and bandages." He shook his head. "I don't. I remember that young boy sobbing in the dark. Clear as a bell after all these years."Chronicler frowned. "You said yourself that there was nothing you could have done.""I could have," Kvothe said seriously, "and I didn't. I made my choice and I regret it to this day. Bones mend. Regret stays with you forever.

Healthy relationships, even those that eventually end with breakups, aren__ a mistake. They__e a chance to grow and learn, about who you are, who you want to be, what kind of relationships are worth your time and energy. I hate this assumption that when people end a romantic relationship they leave a piece of their heart behind, they shatter and will be unable to offer their next partner their whole, pure self. People aren__ puzzles or vases. People have an endless capacity both to learn and to love. People also aren__ property. They do not become less valuable or tarnished by use.

It's really best not to tell people when you feel bad. Growing up is about keeping secrets, and pretending everything is fine.

(showing 1-2 of 2)sort by _ topup up1 positiondown down_ bottomRemove this quote from your collectionSalvador Dalí__ don't do drugs. I am drugs._ _ Salvador Dalítags: drugs 918 likes_ topup up2 positiondown down_ bottomRemove this quote from your collection__ut it's funny how even after all these years you find yourself wondering just how well you know anyone. Hell, we've all been tight since we we're kids - been through a lot together - but we still have secrets, don't we? All of us. None of us are ever exactly, precisely what we claim to be, are we? We're one way with some people, another way with other people, maybe another way still when we're all alone. That's what it boils down to fellas. At night, when you're lying there in bed looking at the ceiling, remembering the day, thinking back through things you did and what lies ahead, when it's just you and whatever god you pray to in the dark ...that's when all the masks are peeled away and it's just you. Just you..., and whoever...or whatever you are.

Life is pain and everyone dies, but true love lives forever.

But at home, that same day he'd jumped into the fountain, he'd gotten so anxious, pacing around the living room listening to his parents try to calm him, that he suddenly just lost it completely and slapped his face. He immediately started crying, confused and guilty, looking up at his parents like he had no idea how it happened. And, really, that's the way it always was with the hitting. It would happen so fast, his body shaking to release the tension that built up from all the thoughts swirling through his mind and all the air he was having trouble breathing and all the loud beating of his own heart ringing in his ears. It had to get out and that was the path it chose. Slap. Instant relief.

Nobody should have to die like these people had. I didn't know each of their circumstances, but I had a good guess. These people had died in terror, horror, and pain. More than likely, they had to watch their friends or loved ones die at the same time. Their last moments would have been spent knowing that they would come back and do the same to anyone they could get their hands on, even people they'd spent their life loving.It was not the way any human being should have to go.

There was something melancholic about that symbol of their nation's promise of freedom, a bell with a chipped mouth and cleft body.

... insanity is never reasonable.

I don't have a story," I said. "I'm still waiting for one.

It's funny. That feeling of home. It's so temporary, like bathwater: the warmth eventually grows cold.

Accept everything, even if it's pain, even if it's sadness, because there's nothing absolute in this world. If everything were to disappear, at least I was thinking it didn't matter anyway. Even if in the future, everyone left me, it would be alright. I would never get hurt.

When you lose someone, it stays with you. Always reminding you of how easy it is to get hurt.