I don't think that my twenties were any more dramatic than those of most people I know. I was never that bad and I never became that good.
Jewels can be replaced, cousin. Independence, once lost, cannot.
He barks out a laugh. "My little rebel.
His divine spark lives within me, a presence that will never leave. And I am but one of many tools He has at His disposal. If I cannot act - if I refuse to act - that is a choice I am allowed to make. He has given me life, and all I must do to serve Him is to live. Fully and with my whole heart. With this knowledge comes a true understanding of all the gifts He has given me.
And so it is with us; we serve as handmaidens to Death. When we are guided by His will, killing is a sacrament.
This is what I want to be. An instrument of mercy, not vengeance.
. . . then he offers me his arm. As I take it, I wonder what folly decreed that women cannot walk unassisted.
Stop and smell the garlic! That's all you have to do.
Ricky was "L" but he's home with the flu, Lizzie, our "O," had some homework to do, Mitchell, "E" prob'ly got lost on the way, So I'm all of the love that could make it today.
Washington and Hollywood spring from the same DNA.
Is this just what you do? You start to get involved, get scared when the emotions are too much, and then dream up any excuse you can to run? Or to invite the other person to dump you?