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One solved nothing by waving the commandments like a bludgeon at people's heads. There was no point in shouting damnation at a man who was already walking himself to hell on his own two feet. One had to pray for the Grace of God and then go probing like a good psychologist for the fear that might condition him to repentance or the love that might draw him toward it. ↗
It means that you are my freedom, love." "Yes," she whispered. That was it exactly. "And you are mine. ↗
Nikt nie kaze ci isc dalej - powiedzial Wirus. - Mozna siedziec i czekac na smierc. Mozna przez cale zycie siedziec i czekac na smierc. To tez jest godne, jest honorowe, moze byc przyjemne, jesli ktos potrafi czerpac z tego przyjemnosc. Nikt nigdy nie powiedzial, ze tylko jak sie idzie naprzod, to dopelnia sie los czlowieka. Mozna korzystac z chwili, mozna sobie popijac winko czy wodke. Mozna tak siedziec. Mozna tak siedziec az do smierci... i nikt nie ma prawa zarzucic komukolwiek, ze robi zle, ze to nie tak, ze powinno sie robic inaczej.To nie jest niczyja sprawa. Mozna siedziec na trotuarze i czekac... Wszystko w porzadku. Wszystko w najlepszym porzadku. Robisz dobrze, robisz jak chcesz, robisz, co chcesz. Bo nie ma idealnej recepty na zycie. Kazda recepta dobra. Kazdy moze robic, co chce i nie bedzie zadnych pretensji. Kazdy jednak... kazdy moze tez wstac i ruszyc dalej. Mozna siedziec i czekac, co przyniesie los, mozna tez pojsc za najblizszy rog i zobaczyc, czy tam jest cos ciekawego. Kazdy moze ruszyc dalej i w tym wypadku rowniez nikt nie moze miec zadnych pretensji... ↗
#ciekawość #death #inspirational #life #los
Canada is lovely," she breathed against his lips. "And you are lovely." His laughter ghosted into her mouth. "That's my line, Lyd. You are supposed to think me handsome ↗
My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you've been mean to someone, they won't believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it's time to stop being nice, then destroy them. ↗
So I leave proof of my existence behind me like a snail trail with the small hope that years of talking at me will someday soften her enough to talk with me, that she'll finally pull the knife from my chest and say yes, we are better off without him. That what happened wasn't my fault and from now on she will thrust herself between me and danger, and shout NO. ↗
Eve returned to her lip-gloss application. "Biology. Ms Whittier," she said, not bothering to look at Luke. "Cool. Me too. Can I borrow that?" He reached around her and plucked her lip glaze out of her fingers. She still held the wand. He held out his hand for it. "What? No," Eve said. "Come on, it's my first day. I want to make a good impression. And clearly biology can't be understood without lipstick," Luke joked. "Funny." Eve grabbed the lip glaze back. "This stuff is really good for you." Luke raised his eyebrows. They disappeared into his floppy blond hair. He didn't have expressive dark brows like Mal. "It has green tea antioxidants," Eve continued. "And macadamia extract and aloe vera for healing." "Oh. That's different then," Luke said. "Carry on. ↗
