But surely, if you trust God, you can believe the bad moments pass, and the good memories are worth enough.
It smote me to the heart that I had found no one in all the world who loved me more than all others.
The evil-doer mourns in the next; he mourns in both. He mourns and suffers when he sees the evil of his own work.
I was shortly again at the castle, and the Princess gave me her hand to kiss and then brought her children, the young princes and princesses, and we played together, as if we had known each other for years.
That deed is not well done of which a man must repent, and the reward of which he receives crying and with a tearful face.
When the evil deed, after it has become known, brings sorrow to the fool, then it destroys his bright lot, nay, it cleaves his head.
Bad deeds, and deeds hurtful to ourselves, are easy to do; what is beneficial and good, that is very difficult to do.
My advice for aspiring writers is threefold. First, read as much as possible, both within and outside the genre you arem working in. By reading you hone your internal ear for style. Second, write. Everything comes down to it; unless you write, you are not a writer. Third, submit your work. But - stop chasing every seductive new market out there, and stop trying to write for the tastes of specific established professional markets and editors. That way lies mediocrity and eventual dissolution of your true voice, no matter how embryonic or pronounced it may be now.
An organsation's results are determined through webs of human commitments, born in webs of human conversations.
I wish all teenagers can filter through songs instead of turning to drugs and alcohol.
The dead guy looked at me with wide eyes. “I can’t move my legs. ” I snorted. “You can’t move your arms either, or your feet or your freaking eyelids. You’re dead.