inspiredwhispers

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possible and impossible were rough categories at best.

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We can’t expect the world to be better than we make it.

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Mercy breeds mercy

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Mercy, she had discovered, made mad alchemy. A drop of it could dilute a lake of hate.

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As long as you’re alive there’s always a chance that things can get better.

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What can a soldier do when mercy is treason?

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It was interesting the way a small hate could grow inside a big hate and take it over.

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There is intimacy in pain. Anyone who has confronted a sufferer knows it. The helpless tenderness. The embrace and murmur and slow rocking together as two become one against the enemy. Pain.

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Perhaps fate laid out your life for you like a dress on a bed, and you could either wear it or go naked.

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Men making deals on behalf of women never seems to go well for the women.

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I love you, and I have loved you, and I will love you.

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I think I understood a long time ago that big joy and small joy are the same…And so even when there’s no big joy…there’s still the small joy.

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You can’t help but be drawn to someone who understands your every word, your every step, your every heartbeat.

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It’s the arrogance of men to think so little of women, and it will be their downfall too.

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How could anyone bear the weight of never?

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Because that’s the thing about humans - we leave traces of our souls everywhere, as unique and identifying as fingerprints.

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Saudade…A kind of longing, a nostalgia, a sense of incompleteness, not just romantic but existential, rooted in the very fabric of our people.