Dear lover, pull my ears and not my legs for it is better to be cautioned than to be lied to.
If it’s to protect our family, be it the Kingdom or the entire world… We would make anyone our enemy! That’s what it means to be Fairy Tail!!
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Those who find themselves in the “You are going to miss my loving” section Without LOVE are the ones who abused their relationship by not appreciating the person who was giving them the love they no longer have.
The little island seemed to float on the dark lake-waters. Trees grew on it, and a little hill rose in the middle of it. It was a mysterious island, lonely and beautiful. All the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret – almost magic.
When those in power use shame to bully the weak into compliance, they are stealing from us. They tell us that they will expose our secrets (not good enough, not hardworking enough, not from the right family, made a huge mistake once) and will use the truth to exile us from our tribe. This shame, the shame that lives deep within each of us, is used as a threat. And when those in power use it, they take away part of our humanity.
Death is a tragedy whether it is in the death of one girl-woman in London or seventy-seven men, women, and children in Norway. We know this, but perhaps it needs to be said over and over again so we do not forget.
I have never considered compassion a finite resource. I would not want to live in a world where such was the case.
The state must declare the child to be the most precious treasure of the people. As long as the government is perceived as working for the benefit of the children, the people will happily endure almost any curtailment of liberty and almost any deprivation.
A strange mystery it is that Nature, omnipotent but blind, in the revolutions of her secular hurryings through the abysses of space, has brought forth at last a child subject still to her power but gifted with sight, with knowledge of good and evil, with the capacity of judging all the works of his unthinking mother.
He wanted to ask whether she were insane, but he had been married long enough to know the price of injudicious rhetorical questions.