cowardice

It's my petty fear of personal rejection that allows so many true evils to exist. My cowardice enables atrocities.

It's obsequious little nicety-nice girls like me who allow assholes to run the world: Miss Harlot O'Harlots, billionaire phony tree huggers, hypocrite drug-snorting, weed-puffing peace activists who fund the mass-murdering drug cartels and perpetuate crushing poverty in dirt-poor banana republics. It's my petty fear of personal rejection that allows so many true evils to exist. My cowardice enables atrocities.

Merry hearts are vulnerable to death, don't be over-joyed to the state of oblivion, lest the enemy poison your meal.

A writer is merely a reader that had the guts to be read, and, heard.

The devil's happy when the critics run you off.

If you follow the pescribed way of how people want you to be, then it will be of great relieve if you commit suicide than to be dragged along like a donkey.

The past is devoid of meaning like the present, and a refuge for cowards.

The war on Christmas is waged of weakness and fed by vision blinded. It is a war of intellect blunted to stupidity and calling begging at the feet of cowardice.

She loved sinking into her bed on evenings like this, but apparently she shouldn't, because it worried her aunts, who thought she ought to be out dancing. It worried her a little bit, too, because what if they were right, and because sometimes a great loneliness welled up in her and threatened all the dams she built to hold it back. You couldn't cure loneliness by wallowing in it, up above the world, on an island removed from everything. She knew that. But she had such a hard time with all the cures. They seemed rough and brusque and brutal, as if they abused her skin with a pot scrubber . . . forcing herself into a mass of people, a stranger among strangers. . . . But it was much more tempting to curl up with a book under her thick white comforter.Still, sometimes after she curled up, she regretted her lack of courage and felt bleakly l

Don't be afraid of the dark." She tousled his hair tolerantly. "I've never known a man who wasn't scared of more things than I was.

The coward says in his heart __here is no love._ Because, standing in the shadows of the big, grand, and powerful existence of love, his small spirit is left feeling even smaller and less significant. And so he chooses to deny the existence of love altogether. Because he is too small to have it.

To the cowards, change is a want; to the weak, change is a wish; but to the brave, change is a must. People who put change ahead of all things are those who make a difference!

Bold people dance happily when they are confronted with life__ adventures... they see themselves going through with smiles... Give no excuse for being a coward. Be bold!

People with positive attitude can see great things even in worse situations. Only cowards give up because the worst happened to them.

If it be well weighed, to say that a man lieth, is as much to say, as that he is brave towards God and a coward towards men.

Men can be pitiless towards a woman whose body has eluded them, particularly if this is thanks to their own cowardice.

You can't be a man and a coward at the same time.

Do I know you? I know you clear through. I was born and raised in the South, and I__e lived in the North; so I know the average all around. The average man__ a coward.