The jinni sighed. 'I'm less grateful to him than I should be. He's a good and generous man, but I'm not accustomed to relying on someone else. It makes me feel weak.’' How is relying on others a weakness?'' How can it be anything else? If for some reason Arbeely died tomorrow, I'd be forced to find another occupation. The event would be outside my control, yet I'd be at its mercy. Is that not weakness?'' I suppose. But then, going by your standard, everyone is weak. So why call it a weakness, instead of just the way things are? . Helene Wecker
It's not that you should never love something so much that it can control you. It's that you need to love something that much so you can never be controlled. It's not a weakness. It's your best strength.
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Patrick Ness
No matter how much you love someone, you still want to have you own way.
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Chuck Palahniuk
The practice of love offers no place of safety. We risk loss, hurt, pain. We risk being acted upon by forces outside our control.
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Bell Hooks
Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in face of certain defeat.
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Ralph Ellison
You must learn to let go. Release the stress. You were never in control anyway.
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Steve Maraboli
More Quotes By Helene Wecker
On a cloudless night, inky dark, with only a rind of a moon above, the Golem and the Jinni went walking together along the Prince Street rooftops.
It occurred to him to say the viddui, the prayer before death. He struggled to remember it. Blessed are You, who has bestowed me with many blessings. May my death atone for all I have done .. . and may I shelter in the shadow...
All of us are lonely at some point or another, no matter how many people surround us. And then, we meet someone who seems to understand. She smiles, and for a moment the loneliness disappears. Add to that the effects of physical desire-and the excitement...
Her father, indulgent in his concern, had opened his library to her, and at last she could read to her heart's content. In all, these past few weeks had been some of the most peaceable of her life. She had the sense of existing inside...
He'd lived so long in anticipation of his own death that to contemplate his future was like standing at the edge of a cliff, staring into a vertiginous rush of open sky.
