They loved him, or loved the thought of him, what they thought he was: a man who could easily have had a good life who chose instead their life: spite and bitterness and age-fogged glasses of watery whiskey in dark, cobwebbed country bars, shit-smeared toilets, blood-streaked piss, and early death. He could have helped it but didn't. They couldn't help it and loved him for being worse than them. He was the king of the wasters. . Donal Ryan
Be the reason someone smiles. Be the reason someone feels loved and believes in the goodness in people.
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Roy T. Bennett
Friends are the family you choose (~ Nin/Ithilnin, Elven rogue).
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Jess C. Scott
Most of us must learn to love people and use things rather than loving things and using people.
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Roy T. Bennett
And when all the wars are over, a butterfly will still be beautiful.
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Ruskin Bond
It often occurs that pride and selfishness are muddled with strength and independence. They are neither equal nor similar; in fact, they are polar opposites. A coward may be so cowardly that he masks his weakness with some false personification of power. He is afraid...
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Criss Jami
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I kind of thought actually that Trevor was gone completely mental when he called up here a few weeks ago. Like, why would he not text or email or Facebook? What's with all the reality, I thought. Does he not know he's a million times...