people

Don__ invite envy to your house _ you never know who will show up,_ she used to warn me.

Finally I find it, the book, but as I__ pulling it out of the stack I hear a noise coming from my toy room. It sounds like scratching or scraping maybe and my mind instantly goes to the possibility that maybe it__ a monster or a dragon or something else with claws. My hand shakes a little as I stand up and turn back toward the room. When I step into it, I feel the wind hit my cheeks. I shine the light around and notice one of the windows is open. I don__ understand why. I didn__ open it and I don__ think it was open when I came down here. What if it was a monster? I sweep the flashlight around the room at all my toys as I start back toward the corner. Then the light lands on something tall_ I hear voices. Ones that don__ sound like they belong to a monster, but just people. But that__ what they end up being. Terrible, horrible monsters.

Some people are severely lonely, all they can do is accept the single life as an example of being free and happy.

Well, on some level, it__ similar to the psychological phenomenon of helplessness, where the will to try is lost. You get to the point where you just assume that your spontaneous call to a friend will go to voicemail or an assistant, and you decide not to bother.

Everything is fine, nobody is happy...

All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing._ (Edmund Burke)

It was as if a volcano were cracking open, yet the people at the foot of the mountain ignored the sudden fissures, the black fumes, the boiling trickles, and went on believing that their only danger was to acknowledge the reality of these signs.

There is emotion in the hug, and there is respect and a form of love. Emotion that comes from honesty, respect that comes from challenge, and the form of love that exists between people whose minds have touched, whose hearts have touched, whose souls have touched. Our minds touched. Our hearts touched. Our souls touched.We separate.

Most people who possess life in reality, do not quite understand what they possess.

We live in a strange world where people don__ try to know who we are, rather they go by, what they think we are!

There's no ideology, only people.

When the river of emotions bursts its banks and expectations go over the edges of reality, the brain creates hallucinations. Ringxiety-stricken people feel illusive vibrating alerts and hear phantom phone rings, since absence of ringing generates scaring emptiness and destroys their self-esteem. ("Kein Schwein ruft mich an" )

In Western culture, virtually everything is understood through the process of storytelling, often to the detriment of reality. When we recount history, we tend to use the life experience of one person _ the __ourney_ of a particular __ero,_ in the lingo of the mythologist Joseph Campbell _ as a prism for understanding everything else.

Not for everyone a darkest night is bid farewell by a bright sunrise.

Beautiful feelings soar freely, while true care roots deeply. Real love can only bedefined by them both.

Great men don't strive for greatness, theysimply do great works.

People are eager to walk in other people's pair of shoes that does not fit them. The result is that, their dreams begin to imitate a "tortoise" walk and that I guess is already uncomfortable!

Being single is definitely better than being with the wrong person