Rumble

But who ever said the easiest path is the one you should choose?

Not sure there's been a single day of my life when everything was totally fine. And now? The best I can say is once in a while I'm not somersaulting in chaos.

Eventually, it becomes a matter of scale. When the good outweighs the bad, you stay. When the bad is the only thing you notice anymore, you think about your future, or what’s left of it, consider options.

I think it’s easy to confuse love with other things. Lust, for one. Need, for another

You know how they say revenge is best served up cold? I'd say it's best not served up at all. Revenge is a great motivator, but it doesn't help achieve the desired results. I've seen guys lose buddies, then go off half-cocked, piss fuel running through their veins. Things never turned out well.

Love is a fragile thing, easily destroyed by dishonesty.

Because if there's one thing I've learned through all this, it's to have faith in love.

Denial is a powerful thing. It makes you believe lies.

Mistakes are easy to come by. Why make the same one twice?

Humans aren't inherently good- a ludicrous proposition. Instinctively, people are barbarians. Cannibals, even. They eat each other alive, get off on torture, inflicting pain. This is not the image of the Gospel God. If God is love, and God is infinite, love would by definition be infinite. But love, for most, is a means to an end, and even in its purest form, it is fleeting. Not infinite.

Her halo was never gold, or it couldn't have rusted so completely.

Some say death is a doorway, belief the key. Others claim you only have to stumble across the threshold to glimpse a hundred billion universes in the blink of single silver shard.

Why does time erode relationships? Is there a way to avoid its relentless lapping? Is any love strong enough to withstand the chipping away?

I’m holding Eden in my hands, and it makes me glad there is no God to take this garden away from me.

Forgive myself for what, exactly, you bastard internal voice?

God is an invention of mankind, an excuse to exist, and to thrive, in a subhuman state.