I was pushed roughly but dispassionately onto my stomach and something went twice around my wrists and then tightened up as well, feeling like baling wire and biting cruelly.
You can have it all. You just can't have it all at once.
All love that has not friendship for its base, is like a mansion built upon sand.
To try to be better is to be better.
Somebody has to do something, and it's just incredibly pathetic that it has to be us.
We do not believe if we do not live and work according to our belief.
I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.