Do you know what guerrillas often say? They claim that their rebellions are invulnerable to economic warfare because they have no economy, that they are parasitic on those they would overthrow. The fools merely fail to access the coin in which they must inevitably pay. The pattern is inexorable in its degenerative failures. You see it repeated in the systems of slavery, of welfare states, of caste-ridden religions, of socializing bureaucracies -- in any system in which creates and maintains dependencies. Too long a parasite and you cannot exist without a host. Frank Herbert
I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
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Marilyn Monroe
If he can't handle you at your worst then he does not deserve you at your best. Real love means seeing beyond the words spoken out of pain, and instead seeing a person's soul.
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Shannon L. Alder
Maybe you expected marriage to be perfect - I guess that's where you and I are different. See, I thought it would be all about making mistakes, but doing it with someone who's there to remind you what you learned along the way.
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Jodi Picoult
True friends will always push you towards the great possibilities of your future, false friends will always chain you to the mistakes in your past.
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Seth Brown
I know I'm not going to be in your head all the time. But once you know me, I'll be forever in your heart.Â
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Crystal Woods
More Quotes By Frank Herbert
It happens like this. "One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else--closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel--one sent to you for some higher purpose;...
You were you, and I was I;we were twobefore our time. I was yoursbefore I knew, and you have always been mine too.
Before I fellin love with words, with setting skies and singing birds–it was you I fellin love with first.
Love is a game of tic-tac-toe, constantly waitingfor the next x or o.
Like time suspended, a wound unmended-- you and I. We had no ending, no said goodbye; For all my life, I'll wonder why.
