bullet

Love, is sometimes a simpler form of slowly dying, it's like a bullet that ricochets off time's walls of desire, waiting to hit that picture perfect heart of regrets.

Was like the Green Man said, some you got to put to the bullet. Some to the tongue. Often the latter, with me. But some, you just got to put behind you.

A seeker of radical strenght Keeps everything on track, Feeble force yields at length, Not sure where to go back. When one can't find courage, And all the efforts seem vain, It's advised to fight like a sage: Be powerful like a bullet train! Too much work and no play Can make a brain go astray! Determined to live and stay Can lead life into a long way.

I danced alone for a couple of years, and came to believe that I might not ever have a passionate romantic relationship__ight end up alone! I__ always been terrified of this. But I__ rather not ever be in a couple, or ever get laid again, than be in a toxic relationship. I spent a few years celibate. It was lovely, and it was sometimes lonely. I had surrendered; I__ run out of bullets. I learned to be the person I wished I__ meet, at which point I found a kind, artistic, handsome man. When we get out of bed, we hold our lower backs, like Walter Brennan, and we laugh, and bring each other the Advil.

Prayer usually means praise, or surrender, acknowledging that you have run out of bullets.

If mankind's destined to bite the bullet, let's bite it and be damned.

May be the power lies in the hands of the one who holds the gun... so he just presses the trigger whenever the slightest streak of anger passes his mind... and after a few haunting days he roams freely in the country without fear .. and what about the one who faces the wrath and bears the bullets? He leaves a movement behind... but haven't such movements always been ephemeral? Is death the price you need to pay to open the eyes of those who care but just for a couple of days?

Fiction cannot betray the truth. Though it must try," Ernest Hemingway in "Blast".

We must love one another whether or not we die.Love can__ block a bulletbut it can__ be destroyed by one either,and love is, for the most part, what makes Us Us__n Orlando and in Brooklyn and in Kabul.We will be everywhere, always;there__ nowhere else for Us, or you, to go.Anywhere you run in this world, love will be there to greet you.Around any corner, there might be two men. Kissing.

Be merciful until you can't be.Until you feel your heart begin to harden into a bullet.Then use that bullet.

There is no Situation in which Arms can get an Answer. Arms only ensure, that there would Never be an Answer.

Bullets an stuff be flying all over. It is something I simply cannot understand - why in hell is we doing all this, anyway? Playing football is one thing. But this, I do not know why. Goddamn.

War is a bazaar where lives are traded like any other commodity: chocolate or bullets or parachute silk.

Which is colder, the hand or the gun?

Nobody really knows what I am,_ Nyx said. __ot until I put a bullet in their head.

He placed a pinch of snow on his tongue and thought of making snow ice cream with Frank and their mother when they were small boys - 'First you stir in the vanilla' - Frank standing on a stool on his wondrously functional pre-Libya legs, the bullet that would sever his spinal cord still twenty-five years away but already approaching: a woman giving birth to a child who will someday pull the trigger on a gun, a designer sketching the weapon or its precursor, a dictator making a decision that will spark in the fullness of time into the conflagration that Frank will go overseas to cover for Reuters, the pieces of a pattern drifting closer together.

At the morning's PowerPoint It's full of unique bullet points

A bullet is worth a thousand threats. And I shot two.