Why is it that we are constantly proving the world wrong but never proving ourselves right?
Your opponent’s wrong doesn’t automatically make you right. Most fights aren’t about who’s right; they are contention over degrees of wrongness.
Wrong is wrong.
A wrong choice thwarts God’s original intention
There’s a hard life for every silver spoon.
There’s a touch of gray for every shade of blue.
That’s the way I see life.
If there was nothing wrong…
Then there’d be nothing right.
For a quite good time I thought it’s impossible for I to be right with an ideology which a group of people disagree with. Later on I was assured that I was wrong about that idea.
Cautiously, he moved further out, checking the roofs, doors, windows. Nothing. He walked out further, keeping against the wooden wall of a building, just in case. His heart was pounding in his ears. Strange, isn’t it? You could be in hundreds of fights, but everyone always seemed like the first time. A million different things could happen, go completely wrong. Then it might well be his last. Where is he? Which building?
The worst kind of tyrant is one that is righteously wrong
And a lot of it will be wrong, but just enough of it will be right.
There are people in the world, who are just wrong, and then there are the masses of population that are right, or at the very least they lie in the veil of between. I on the other hand, do not belong to any group. I don’t exist. It’s not that I don’t have substance; I have a body like everyone else. I can feel the fire when it burns against my skin, the rain when it caresses my face and the breeze as it fingers my hair. I have all the senses that other people do. I am just empty, inside.