long.
If I speak, I am condemned, if I stay silent I am...
long.
If I speak, I am condemned, if I stay silent I am...
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
... damned.
Who am I? Can I condemn this man to...
Then she would run until morning to ease the ache; swifter than rain, swift as loss, racing to catch up with the time when she had known nothing at all but the sweetness of being herself.
-- Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
slavery.
Pretend I do not feel his...
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
... agony.
This innocent who bears my face, who goes to judgement...
Then she would run until morning to ease the ache; swifter than rain, swift as loss, racing to catch up with the time when she had known nothing at all but the sweetness of being herself.
-- Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
will always be wrong and right.
But, what was I
Love doesn't make the world go round,
love is what makes the ride worthwhile.
...myself forevermore?
Pretend I'm not the man...
Then she would run until morning to ease the ache; swifter than rain, swift as loss, racing to catch up with the time when she had known nothing at all but the sweetness of being herself.
-- Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
I was before.
And must my name...
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
be not forgotten.
My heart weighs heavy...
, so I must bear the extra weight.
The night air drifts in thick as...
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
... lovers that were wondering in the night.
Could I pretend...
You forget that the kingdom of heaven suffers violence: and the kingdom of heaven is like a woman.
James Joyce
It is a fatal miscarriage, so ill to order affairs, as to pass for a fool in one company, when in another you might be treated as a philosopher. Jonathan Swift
...to love the people i hate?
Or am i...
'For sale: baby shoes, never worn'. Hemingway
...allowed to show my true feelings?
If I could with-stand the criticism, I would...
"My warm hands have made the paper limp,
So that its feel reminds me of slept-in sheets: comfortable and safe"
"All these things I say... I say them because I want you to know, I don't ever want to regret afterwards that I didn't say enough, I would rather say too much." ~ Samuel Selvon