When honor and the Law no longer stand on the same side of the line, how do we choose[?]
So until we meet again, I am thinking of you always; I love you; I wish you were here. . . in my arms.
And I realized that I’d tolerated him this long because of self-doubt.
I was obsessed with religious questions, the basics: Why are we here? Why is the world so beautiful?
I find at moments I'm as fragile as glass.
The earth here is beautiful. And it still belongs to the dead.
Evil is a point of view. . . God kills, and so shall we; indiscriminately. . . for no creatures under God are as we are, none so like Him as ourselves. God kills indiscriminately and so shall we. For no creatures under God are as we are none so like him as ourselves.
I don't know that I have a favorite meal. When I'm cooking I'm thinking about the person I'm feeding and I want to make them whatever they want. My husband's favorite meal is carbonara. I guess my favorite food is anything my mom makes. Because like anybody who loves their mother's cooking, if you try and make your mom's recipes, they never taste quite the same. And I don't know if that's because she's lying about what she's putting in there and just not telling me. Like when I turn my back, she's sneaking something in there. It just never seems to taste the same.
. . . The asbestos industry. . . has for decades successfully suppressed and manipulated information on the carcinogenicity and other hazards of asbestos. Involved in this conspiracy network were senior industry executives, their medical staff, attorneys, insurance companies, trade associations, scientific consultants, and commercial labs.
Passion is momentary; love is enduring.
In the long run, most of us spend about fifteen minutes total in the entanglements of passion, and the rest of our days looking back on it, humming the tune.