man

Don__ you have dragons to fight so that you started saving girls who don__ need it?

And what if you try to kill me? Or worse: to kiss me?

A man who lives with his wife is safer and more venerable than a man who lives with a tramp.

When you can find your own axis, you can revolve around it, for when you revolve your life on someone outside of you, you lose your own alignment. Just as the earth revolves around its own axis daily and through this eternal gentle revolving it also revolves around the sun, if you don__ find your own axis and you don__ gently revolve, you cannot be for anyone.Then, once you have centered on your axis and someone else who has also centered on theirs is brought into your world, the two of you can come together and there is a collision of axes and you shift from your center. This is the sensation of __alling in love_.

Boys will always be boys,_ he said. __he relationship obviously wasn__ meant to be._ He told me I should trust that the break-up was for the best, even if I couldn__ see that yet. As with every form of suffering, heartache brings with it catharsis, and turns us into better human beings. __t is like an iron in the furnace that is beaten into shape,_ he said. These bad experiences were ultimately a good sign because God tests the ones He loves. That might be why He has so few friends,_ he added dryly. His words cheered me up a bit.

You become a man when you marry not just for love but to be a partner with your wife. To be the best man you can be with her, and when you fall short, to admit your shortcomings and to constantly strive to be a great man to your wife.

Consider a man__ good qualities, and consider his faults; and judge his character by that which is more.

To be happy with your woman, make her emotional, but never become emotional!

A woman sees the strength and potentials in a man and pushes him through support to be the very best. A girl sees him as less than he is capable of achieving.

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.

The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too

A man without trust might as well be dead.

I expect nothing of man, and disown the race. The only folly is expecting what is never attained; man is most contemptible when compared with his own pretensions. It is better to laugh at man from outside the universe, than to weep for him within.

There is no comparison between a girl and a boy, his importance, priorities, his freedom, his value and much more in this world, everything related to a boy is much more important than a girl and it doesn't matter how much a girl is educated or trustworthy a girl is a girl and a boy is a boy, I wish that at least every man should have a little trust on a girl and give her freedom to choose her own lifestyle... I believe in it that if you show your support for her she will surely never make your head down.

Man may trust man, Prince Elric, but perhaps we'll never have a truly sane world until men learn to trust mankind. That would mean the death of magic, I think.

As a child, I was afraid of the dark and the monsters on the outside.As a man, I run away from the light, afraid to show the monsters within.

For a billion years the patient earth amassed documents and inscribed them with signs and pictures which lay unnoticed and unused. Today, at last, they are waking up, because man has come to rouse them. Stones have begun to speak, because an ear is there to hear them. Layers become history and, released from the enchanted sleep of eternity, life's motley, never-ending dance rises out of the black depths of the past into the light of the present.

The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. Although the two are identical twins, man, as a rule, views the prenatal abyss with more calm than the one he is heading for.