The Goth boy stares at me, and I give him a what-are-you-looking-at stare right back. “I’m dead, ” he says in a dull monotone. “Pardon me?” Adriana asks, but he keeps staring at me. “You’re dead, too. Look at your veins. They’re blue.” He points at my forearms where dark veins run their lengths. “You’re rotting like me.” I glance to Adriana, hands clasped and praying that she won’t leave me here. Adriana’s stopped crying now and squints at the boy before standing to pull closed the curtain that rings my cot. “Crazy, ” she says with an uncertain smile. “You’re not rotting.” . . ninety-nine, one hundred . “No, ” I reply. “But I will if you leave me here. Michael F. Stewart
I know enough to know that no woman should ever marry a man who hated his mother.
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Martha Gellhorn
Self-talk reflects your innermost feelings.
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Asa Don Brown
Mistakes are, after all, the foundations of truth, and if a man does not know what a thing is, it is at least an increase in knowledge if he knows what it is not.
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C.g. Jung
How can I be substantial if I do not cast a shadow? I must have a dark side also If I am to be whole
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C.g. Jung
Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness.
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C.g. Jung
More Quotes By Michael F. Stewart
I start to count. This is the important part. I have to count right. Not too fast, nor too slow. All the way to one hundred. It must be spoken aloud, without interruption. Whispering is acceptable; the count keeps my wolf to the Dark Wood....
The Goth boy stares at me, and I give him a what-are-you-looking-at stare right back. “I’m dead, ” he says in a dull monotone. “Pardon me?” Adriana asks, but he keeps staring at me. “You’re dead, too. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>Look at your veins. They’re blue.”...
I hear a siren and, if we weren’t already in a hospital, I would have assumed they were coming for nearly everyone in this room.
