life

Jesus Christ._ The fury on Nick__ face was enough to send me reeling and he hit the table hard enough with his hand that it made the plates and the silverware on the table bounce and clatter. __ou give me the names and approximate location of those men who gave you that ultimatum and I__l kill every goddamned one of them.__ sighed before I said quietly. __ already did.

Never underestimate the power of good but never ignore evil lurking in the hearts of men.Rose of Life

If someone slaps you on one cheek, offer the other cheek also...but of course if you were able to stand soberly after the first slap.

Very well. He'd lighten up. As a matter of fact, he felt as light as the bubbly froth that flew from the lips of the waves. Whatever else his long, unprecedented life might have been, it had been fun. Fun! If others should find that appraisal shallow, frivolous, so be it. To him, it seemed now to largely have been some form of play. And he vowed that in the future he would strive to keep that sense of play more in mind, for he'd grown convinced that play--more than piety, more than charity or vigilance--was what allowed human beings to transcend evil.

LIfe is just a game of chance, a dance with fate if you let it be so. Or you could chose to play by your rules to win.

Time whips up cream for those who are ready for dessert.

Dan, I'm not a Republic serial villain. Do you seriously think I'd explain my master-stroke if there remained the slightest chance of you affecting its outcome? I did it thirty-five minutes ago.

All evil is good become cancerous.

I have done so many things in my life," she said to the mirror. "Evil things, perhaps. But never unattentively, never wastefully...was I wrong?

But that I should have ended up in a place like this seems too custom-made a nightmare to be the work of mere ill fortune.

A lot of things should have been, Zigmund, but they aren__. Are you going to be miserable about the things you cannot change, or do something about the things you can?

I spoke of the tragic illusion of perpetuity, but, no, my friends, it is a comic one. The ludicrous plot in which we are all trapped. The ancient Greeks referred to plot as mythos, attributing the random drift of human affairs to some sort of unknowable but glimpsable divine motion, attempting to attach a certain grandeur to it, the delusion of meaning. But we are characters who do not exist, in a story composed by no one from nothing. Can anything be more pitiable? No wonder we all are grieving.

Because I think you're right. You can make a difference." He told me experiences were kind of like fate, and fate usually came in the form of a test. He told me fate liked to be worshiped. It liked to see us fall on out knees before it offered to help us up..." _

The line of head is strong, but the line of heart is weak. And most importantly, the line of life is short. The stars do not seem to be right.

We don't have to know everything. If you believe in fate and some kind of meaning and sense in this fucked-up world, then believe with abandon, love. Enjoy it.

I freely will the best choice, thus willing the same will

Intent not followed by action is an insult to your design. Decide what you want, create a plan, and get your ass out there!

I was told that there was nothing for me but to come here. But, as with life itself, it may not be our choice to come, but it is our choice to leave.