They keep track of time. Sometimes things happen and you feel that you need to mark them down.
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Scott OConnor
Does religious conviction provide a powerful reason for killing? Undeniably it often does. It also often provides the sole compelling reason for refusing to kill, or for being merciful, or for seeking peace; only the profoundest ignorance of history could prevent one from recognizing this....
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David Bentley Hart
See, the world is full of things more powerful than us. But if you know how to catch a ride, you can go places,
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Neal Stephenson
All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.
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Leo Tolstoy
Deep in the meadow, under the willowa bed of grass, a soft green pillow lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyesand when again they open, the sun will rise. Hear it's safe, here it's warm hear the daisies guard you from every harm...
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Suzanne Collins
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We all know who you are, Mr. Coughlin. Famous Yankee gangster. Friend of the colonel. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>It would be safer for a man to swim into the middle of the ocean and cut his own throat than to threaten you.' He solemnly made the...
Happiness doesn't lie in conspicuous consumption and the relentless amassing of useless crap. Happiness lies in the person sitting beside you and your ability to talk to them. Happiness is clear-headed human interaction and empathy. Happiness is home. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>And home is not a...
And often the worst thing wasn't the victims--they were dead, after all, and beyond any more pain. The worst thing was those who loved them and survived them. Often the walking dead from now on, shell-shocked, hearts ruptured, stumbling through the remainder of their lives...
I believe in God. Maybe not the Catholic God or even the Christian one because I have a hard time seeing any God as elitist. I also have a hard time believing that anything that created rain forests and oceans and an infinite universe would,...
Some ghost of myself still lived back in the days when we'd shared a bed and talked of the future. But that love we'd had and those selves we'd been were gone, placed in a box like old photographs and letters you'd never read again.
