It is not easy to compete when you have LD, but it is possible.
Should I assume the lure is a certain attractive young dead man?
The worst memories stick with us, while the nice ones always seem to slip through our fingers.
There’s a good kind of crazy, Kaylee,” he insisted softly, reaching out to wrap his warm hand around mine. “It’s the kind that makes you think about things that make your head hurt, because not thinking about them is the coward’s way out. The kind that makes you touch people who bruise your soul, just because they need to be touched. This is the kind of crazy that lets you stare out into the darkness and rage at eternity, while it stares back at you, ready to swallow you whole.
I went up on my toes to kiss him, and he groaned. "Do you really think this is appropriate on school grounds?" "Nope. " I wrapped my arms around his neck. "And I happen to know there isn't an appropriate thought running through your head right now. " "Or any other time. " Tod pulled me close and held me so tight my ribs almost hut, but I didn't want him to let go. Ever.
Tod's eyes widened, and his irises swirled in tight twists of blue. "Well, I don't see that I have much of a choice, considering that's part of Reaper Law. " "There's a Reaper Law?" "Of course. 'A reaper is Trustworthy, Loyal, Helpful, Friendly, Courteous. . . '" He shrugged. "It gets boring after that. But this situation is clearly covered under the 'helpful' category. " I rolled my eyes. "I think that's the Boy Scout law. " "They took it from us. But they left out all the good stuff.
She just got out of the hospital. Why don't you go gossip behind her back, like decent people?
We are, every one of us, like a wise guru in charge of a mental patient.
I think democracy fails under a variety of conditions and one of the conditions occurs when people don't have the ability to get the kind of information they need to make up their mind. Ideologically, I don't care much for FOX News. But the truth is that, as long as there are countervailing points of view available on the spectrum, it doesn't matter.
Success is not a miracle. Nor is it a matter of luck. Everything happens for a reason, good or bad, positive or negative.
I ask myself: is every story that has ever been written in this world, a story of suffering and affliction?