It’s not like there’s a law against flying.Yes there is. The law of gravity.
He looked him right in the eyes and saw a man who was great and good and human, who had done extraordinary things and terrible things and been broken and reassembled as a shell, only then to do the bravest thing of all: He had kept on living, though there are easier paths to take.
A man once said, ‘All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence; then success is sure.’ Mark Twain, you know. He had a fine mustache. Men of wisdom so often do.
So, he called to her back, Just out of curiosity, you know, purely conversation and all, at what age will you be entertaining offers of marriage?You think it’ll be so easy? she called back over her shoulder. No way. There will be tasks. Like in a fairy tale.Sounds dangerous.Very, so think twice.No need, he said. You’re worth it.
Brimstone once told me that to stay true in the face of evil is a feat of strength.
What can a soldier do when mercy is treason, and he is alone in it?
I know it’s not easy for you, living this life, but try to remember, always try to remember, you’re not the only one with troubles.
There was a man who loved the moon, but whenever he tried to embrace her, she broke into a thousand pieces and left him drenched, with empty arms.
Yearning for love made her feel like a cat that was always twining around ankles, meowing Pet me, pet me, look at me, love me.
Love is a luxury.”
“No. Love is an element.”
An element. Like air to breathe, earth to stand on.
It was brave,” countered Issa. “It was rare. It was love, and it was beautiful.
There was only present, and it was infinite. The past and the future were just blinders we wore so that infinity wouldn’t drive us mad.
He danced with the sky instead, and the sky dropped him like a rotten plum.