Quotes added on Tuesday, October 7 2014
There are two sorts of hypocrites: ones that are deceived
with their outward morality and external religion; and the others
are those that are deceived with false discoveries and elevation;
which often cry down works, and men's own
righteousness.
And
you go on living,
winning,
fighting,
falling,
looking
for
and
succeeding.
Then,
realizing you're going
that
the world is big and you small
the
sun rises and goes down
and
as time passes and you will lose
the
time that has passed.
So
if you think it's worth the sacrifice,
to
fight the battle and the war,
blood,
loss and anger
that
you deposit in your life.
In
the end, you realize that everything
changes,
will
cure everything and anything,
because
time and helps you live to forget.
But
time was up this bitterness
this
wrath of misadventure
in
not wanting to suffer.
And
the time has gone, no longer around,
this
"everything" now no longer
matters
and
lost it without knowing.
So
concentras you enjoy the limitless
in
want and despiques
a
tremendous will to live.
And,
in conclusion, you sit and you know,
are
strong and weak, do not deny it,
are
good and bad, but prossegues ...
because
you are human, nothing more.
A goal is only a dream with a
deadline.
I can't stop....
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Don't you sometimes
wish you could be the intimidating one for once,
I know that the idea of being intimidating generally alludes to
a negative personality trait but don't you wish that for
once you could be in control. That you weren't the one being
stared down upon, that you weren't the one who is contanstly
fidgeting, avoiding eye contact. That maybe you could be
more assertive and voice your contradicting opinion without
having to worry about the ramifications. Don't you sometimes
wish that you could be the red amongst the grey, the
authority figure, that person everyone knows not to mess
around with- because I do.
I know that the idea of being intimidating generally alludes to
a negative personality trait but don't you wish that for
once you could be in control. That you weren't the one being
stared down upon, that you weren't the one who is contanstly
fidgeting, avoiding eye contact. That maybe you could be
more assertive and voice your contradicting opinion without
having to worry about the ramifications. Don't you sometimes
wish that you could be the red amongst the grey, the
authority figure, that person everyone knows not to mess
around with- because I do.
I like you so much, even though I shouldn't I can't help the way I
feel about you...
I'm tired of people.
