It’s spider season. Every year, right about now, thousands of the godless eight-legged bastards emerge from the bowels of hell (or the garden, whichever’s nearest) with the sole intention of tormenting humankind.
I knew then what I had done. I had killed a man. I had killed a man to get a woman. I had put myself in her power, so there was one person in the world that could point a a finger at me, and I would have to die. I had done all that for her, and I never want to see her again as long as I lived.
That’s all it takes, one drop of fear, to curdle love into hate.
I can hear you crying
I can sense your fear
And not much longer now baby doll
I am getting near.
when exactly do the abuses that have been tolerated for so long become intolerable? When does the fear evaporate and the rage generate action that produces joy?
Darkness is but a door, scary not because it opens, but out of fear that it will never close
God sends the best to those who deserves it.
Envy, is Pride’s greatest Fear.
Just as when we come into the world, when we die we are afraid of the unknown. But the fear is something from within us that has nothing to do with reality. Dying is like being born: just a change
I snicker, but the idea is momentarily appealing. Part of me is scared of leaving school. Part of me wants to go desperately. Tension of opposites.
I tell people not to be afraid of their fears; because their fears are not there to scare them, they’re there to let them know that something is worth it. Yet I am often afraid. I guess that means in my life, lots of things have been worth it!