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A true piece of writing sets you free.

A little piece of everywhere I go becomes a big part of everything I do.

He felt safe with her. He'd never been safe with another human being, not since he'd been taken as a child from his home. He'd never been able to trust. He could never give that last small piece - all that was left of his humanity - into someone else's keeping. And now there was Rikki. She let him be whatever he had to be to survive. She didn't ask anything of him. There was no hidden motive. No agenda. Just acceptance. She was different - imperfect, or so she thought - and she knew what it was like to fight to carve out a space for herself. She was willing for him to do thar.

As a therapist, I have many avenues in which to learn about DID, but I hear exactly the opposite from clients and others who are struggling to understand their own existence. When I talk to them about the need to let supportive people into their lives, I always get a variation of the same answer. "It is not safe. They won't understand." My goal here is to provide a small piece of that gigantic puzzle of understanding. If this book helps someone with DID start a conversation with a supportive friend or family member, understanding will be increased.

Every joy is like a piece of mirror: always reflecting..

Part of me wanted to give him a piece of my mind. He didn't get it as a whole, so I will keep my peace.

I think he won a tiny piece of my heart that day. If he didn't have the whole damn thing before then, he certainly had part of it now.

Timaset didn__ need a ship _ especially not a flying museum piece! And as far as he knew, a dodgy plasma injector could drop you smack into a wormhole ending somewhere on the other side of the universe with no way back. Well, he could always sell the damn thing. Couldn__ he? He could use the money. Damn, he could always use the money! Maybe the crew would want to buy it over from him?

Just a little piece of peace can cultivate the land of Palestine, but inhuman human won't let it do that....

The whole world's effort of working hard goes to waste. Just as the bull [that turns the wheels on the oil mill] gets a piece of oil-cake (as a reward), the wife gives the husband a piece of handvo (savory lentil and rice cake), and so the work continues. All day long, one is producing like the bull in the oil mill.

All art is a form of vulnerability because at least part of the artist goes into the piece.

Piece makes Peace , Pain makes Paint, A Word create World. "The One person can change you, Maybe ubiquitous r inconspicuous.

Love?! When a piece of broke heart hits you.

Education prepares to be one piece of a machine.

If I am not at 'peace', then I can be altogether confident that I've placed a larger 'piece' of myself in the hands of someone other than God.

It will be interesting to find out something about her that no one else knew.

Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness.

Very clever but dumb at shoothing... dumb as a person but clever at shooting. That's LOGIC!