"To change the world, one needs something far more important than callousness."
"What is that?"
"Love. The only one who can change the world... Is the one who never abandons love, no matter how painful things become, all the way to the end."
"To change the world, one needs something far more important than callousness."
"What is that?"
"Love. The only one who can change the world... Is the one who never abandons love, no matter how painful things become, all the way to the end."
A surety rose in me, lodged in my throat. I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.
That you committed a terrible sin, I do not dispute. But if you feel remorse, you may yet make amends. We offer you that chance. Take it, or you will forever remain a prisoner, not of these cruel shackles, but of your own guilt.
It will not be easy to revisit the past, but sometimes one must look back to see the way forward.
The only lasting peace is the peace within your own soul.
Truth does not do as much good in the world as the appearance of truth does evil.
It may be⦠That victory cannot be won without cost. But all life is precious, and I refuse to shrug at its loss!
Seek Salvation by your own hands.
Though the losses be grave... Endure them.
Though the victories be hollow... Claim them.
So I hope youβll forgive me this moment of selfishness. Andβ¦ while I wouldnβt want you to feel obligedβ¦ Promise me youβll take me on your next adventure. A journey. Together. Thatβs all I ask.
Where life goes, so too, should you.
The world is a delicious and gorgeous place created for us to explore, enjoy, and protect. I will seek out the lessons in every experience, and as I grow, I will have more to offer in return.
Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you?
Let me guess: youβre hung-up about being the weak, useless nobody, so you try to make us feel better to make up for how you feel about yourself, right? Well, Iβm impressed. Constantly watching out for your friends like that, it takes something special.
Y'know, it's hard to ask someone about their pain, but it's just as hard to share your own with someone else. I appreciate you opening up to me, and I swear I'll make things right.
When he speaks at last, his voice is weary, and defeated. He doesnβt know how to be angry with me, either.
All things have a right to grow.
The blossom is brother to the weed. Diversity of opinion is good. Discussion is healthy. No one should be condemned simply for being different. I will stand up for the rights of all.
i'm literally immobilized by fear and anxiety. i have no clue what i want, yet i'm mad at myself for not moving fast enough. like towards what? for who? what would happen if i was just content but no one knew and i told no one? would that still count? i think it would.
Itβs never too late to turn back. You are still a good person.
You can still be... a good personβ¦
Violence for violence is the rule of beasts.
Act with wisdom, but act.
But this terrible individualism must inevitably have an end, and all will suddenly understand how unnaturally they are separated from one another. It will be the spirit of the time, and people will marvel that they have sat so long in darkness without seeing the light.
β¦ But that would make me lesser in your eyes, wouldnβt it? To shoulder a burden that need not be mine. No. I will not forsake compassion and love. I will not dishonor your memory.
You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late.
Your words say "no", but your expression betrays an irrepressible desire to lend a hand.
can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters.
The truth is that you can be struggling and still be loved. You can be difficult and still be cared for. You can be less than perfect, and still be deserving of compassion and kindness.
You know how you want to just go and stand in a corner sometimes? Gregg's my corner.
Truth does not do as much good in the world as the appearance of truth does evil.
Purity is a construct meant to shame you. You need not be clean to be good, and damn the hands that tried to dirty you.
Never leave a wrong to ripen into evil or sorrow.
Is that our final goal and inspiration? A society built on trust, honor and compassion? Why not? What goal could possibly be more worthy?