I have only ever known Guilt to have one weakness, one not easily given and not easily found: Forgiveness...In truth, Guilt’s strength lies not in the failure of others to grant us forgiveness, but in our failure to forgive ourselves.
Abuse manipulates and twists a child’s natural sense of trust and love. Her innocent feelings are belittled or mocked and she learns to ignore her feelings. She can’t afford to feel the full range of feelings in her body while she’s being abused–pain, outrage, hate,...
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Unknown
Killers aren't always assassins. Sometimes, they don't even have blood on their hands.
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Ruta Sepetys
God judges men from the inside out; men judge men from the outside in. Perhaps to God, an extreme mental patient is doing quite well in going a month without murder, for he fought his chemical imbalance and succeeded; oppositely, perhaps the healthy, able and...
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Criss Jami
Let's say that the consensus is that our species, being the higher primates, Homo Sapiens, has been on the planet for at least 100, 000 years, maybe more. Francis Collins says maybe 100, 000. Richard Dawkins thinks maybe a quarter-of-a-million. I'll take 100, 000. <span...
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Christopher Hitchens
And yet, sometimes facts are no more than pitiful consequences, because guilt does not reside in our acts but in the intentions that give rise to our act. Everything turns on our intentions.
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Unknown
More Quotes By Kelseyleigh Reber
That is life, isn’t it? Fate. Luck. Chance. A long series of what-if’s that lead from one moment to the next, time never pausing for you to catch your breath, to make sense of the cards that have been handed to you. And all you...
But circumstances change. Small causes lead to large effects. New paths are added. And all anyone can do .. . is choose.
I can see her struggling to find the right word. Death seems so harsh. Passing so oblique. Some things are beyond words, I suppose, and she never finishes the statement. It seems right, that her words should fall into oblivion; after all, she–like me, like...
And it seemed as though for a moment, the world encapsulated them in a giant sigh. As if the world was exhausted by humanity–by the bellows of war and bullets, of hateful cries and grieving tears. Of all the pain, the endless pain humanity had...
My emotions are invisible, untouchable–invincible even–and their power far outweighs my own. And so it seems unfair that for all the little I can do to them, they can do so much to me.
