She was Aelin Ashryver Galathynius- and she would not be afraid.
Raise a million filters and the rain will not be clean, until the longing for it be refined in deep confession.
Well, you know, there's depression and depression. What I mean by depression in my own case is that depression isn't just the blues. It's not just like I have a hangover in the weekend. . . the girl didn't show up or something like that. It isn't that. It's not really depression, it's a kind of mental violence which stops you from functioning properly from one moment to the next. You lose something somewhere and suddenly you're gripped by a kind of angst of the heart and of the spirit.
I speak of a clinical depression that is the background of your entire life, a background of anguish and anxiety, a sense that nothing goes well, that pleasure is unavailable and all your strategies collapse.
Avoid the flourish. Do not be afraid to be weak. Do not be ashamed to be tired. You look good when you’re tired. You look like you could go on forever. Now come into my arms. You are the image of my beauty.
You live your life as if it's real. . . . . . . a thousand kisses deep
Your heart opens and of course you're completely panicked because you're used to guarding this organ with your life.
If the property belongs to God he is able to pay the tax.
I'm just thankful for everything, all the blessings in my life, trying to stay that way. I think that's the best way to start your day and finish your day. It keeps everything in perspective.
The birth of the reader must be at the cost of the death of the Author.
Every generation always thinks it was better before, and I think people have been saying this for probably thousands of years.