You cannot judge what should bring others joy, and others cannot judge what should bring you joy.
I just don’t see the point of talking unless there’s something to say.
When it all comes down to it, it’s just me and her against the world. Always has been.
It's amazing how the things you remember forever are the things you'd rather forget and the things you desperately want to grasp onto seem to slip away like sand in the wind.
I’m pretty certain my worthless heart shatters inside my chest, and she steals one of the pieces. If it didn’t already belong to someone else I probably would have handed her all the pieces right then and there.
I don't believe that. I don't believe that there are bad things about you. Only things that you think are bad.
When he inches into me, I feel the pain, but I also feel the invisible chains around my wrists break and shatter.
Even if the absence of evidence for a given god were not evidence of its absence, it would still be evidence that the belief in that god is unreasonable. That's the only proposition that any atheist of any kind has to demonstrate in order to win the argument. Because anything beyond that. . . is just having fun.
The love is what's left at the end because it's the bedrock, fundamental reality that gets hidden all the time, but never really goes away.
We talk much more about individualism and liberty than our ancestors. But as so often happens, when anything becomes conscious, the consciousness is compensatory for absence in practice.
We must not let ourselves get driven off course, no matter what happens we must stick to our natural game.