This is the discussion part. I realized after that it can't be much of a discussion on the blog, but if you discuss it with someone else or think it over yourself I think it will serve it's purpose.
But by all means, if you wish to comment please do. I would love to know your thoughts.
People die because they no longer have the strength to stay alive. When you lose your will to survive, death is the only thing left.
-Madlax
You have to stand up to them. To everyone. No matter what the odds, never show weakness, always be willing to take them on, never give in. They have to know that it would cost them something, even if they won.
-Lee (The Blue Helmet; pg.43)
Oh for shame, how the mortals put the blame on us gods, for they say evils come from us, but it is they, rather, who by their own recklessness win sorrow beyond what is given.
-Homer (The Odyssey)
Expectations are often premeditated resentments.
-Tai Anderson (Lessons from the Road; pg.154)
Everything, living and dead, has a name. We use the names to help make sense of the world, to separate and identify...Common names are easy...forgiving. A form of grace...All these words start the process of knowing. They are useful. But deeper still lies our new name.
In a way. We all yearn to know and be known. It goes to our core. Most true names have been forgotten...To know a name is to know a thing for what it truly is, not what is appears to be. It is essence, connection, vitality--the difference between surrender and mastery.
-Sorge (The Book of Names; pg.140-141)
...you seldom get to see the expression of wonder flash across someone's face in real life that it would be a pity to deny either of you that pleasure. Excitement and surprise-- those expressions are a dime a dozen, right? But the look of wonder is a rare occurrence, a fleeting moment of enormous value, that precious commodity of your youth. You search the eyes of the eyes of the elderly and notice something's missing, and you just can't put your finger on it. And then you look deeper and realize what it is: the sense of wonder...vanished with time, vanished with the doves.
-Davy Connors (The Summer the Wind Whispered My Name; pg.41)
I’m a big believer in coincidences. They’re the secret workings of God.
-Crazy George (Ripple Effect; pg.93)
Friday, October 31, 2008
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