My mom used to say that sometimes just saying something aloud was enought to make it true. I wasn’t so sure about that.
It is always healthy to be honest.
As she’d left, I’d glanced at her gun.
This time, when she’d pointed it at me, she’d flicked the safety on. If that wasn’t true love, I don’t know what was.
They told me that nothing was a sin, just a poor life choice. Poor impulse control. That nothing is evil. Any concept of right versus wrong, according to them, is merely a cultural construct relative to one specific time and place. They said that if anything should force us to modify our personal behavior it should be our allegiance to a social contract, not some vague, externally imposed threat of flaming punishment.
In the end, Mothers are always right. No one else tells the truth.
Once you know this kind of love, you will never question love again. You’ll know it when you see it. You’ll know it when you feel it. You will never be confused by something that is something else.
Change is the most beneficial power available to you, simply change the things you don’t like, replacing them with your true desires.
This place can’t be heaven, it doesn’t have the right vibe.
People only value things in their life when it is taken away from them.
Personally, I think, so what? Money’s just a thing and things change. That’s what I’ve found. One minute something’s really there, right next to you, and you can cuddle up to it. The next it just melts away, like a Hershey’s kiss.