Clarissa noticed his eyes, they were like indifferent tides, shielding knowledge of an impending storm
I am well practiced in avoidance and indifference though the hollowness in my soul resents her absence; I wear the mask I must.
I guess, if you ever had God figured out the universe would be split in thousands of pieces and it would disappear and we who have dreamed ourselves alive would all fade away in all those splintered parts. What I mean to say is, it isn't meant for us to know anything.
The ashes of our mistakes are between us. There's still smoke from the fire, isn't there?
Where is the truth then? Where does truth exist, behind the lie, within the lie? Is truth that which we seek to know or that which we avoid knowing?
Daddy says that one day all I'll think about is people I used to know.
the good news is we usually make all our mistakes when we're young, the bad news is that they bury us when we're old
Clarissa remembered why she didn't like him, he was astucious, an ambiguous villain in a gentleman's three piece suit.
Insinuation is not truth, just conjecture
That sounds like Chloe, she appeased people to keep them from getting upset. To Chloe, lies held purpose
I live in a world of lies, I might as well learn early that lies come with the territory. You befriend people, you grow up and marry, you work and you lie to everyone, your boss, your spouse and your best friend. You tell big lies, little lies, the world is a bunch of lies. You teach your children to lie because you believe that the only protection they will ever have from any kind of harm will be in the lies they tell.
age is the ambrosia waiting to be sipped, the compliment hiding in the wings, waiting to be given to that which is too young today to value the character it will have tomorrow.
Survival is for those who are flexible; they are smart enough to adapt and they never give up!
Ice-cream?β asked Mitchell. βOh, thank you! I have sensitive teeth and it must be served cold, icy.. Just like the misfortunes of life.
Ah, Norina, think or feel, for thoughts and feelings canβt go together, they are not on good terms, youβll be shattered. Thoughts corrupt feelings and feelings weaken thoughts. I have to settle that case. No matter what happens, I will find a way..
What is life but an attempt to let our immortal self defeat our mortality?
It was, Jelena though, another kind of arrogance to believe you could understand the way the world was made. It could not be done, there was too much. You needed to be open to it, though, to what your life gave you and demanded.
Your treason shall be your poison!
Does it mean you donβt believe in your powers either? This is the first step one takes, down there, to oneβs fatal defeat.
People do nothing when they are waiting for something.
