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"I’m terrified that I can’t fix this. That this is just who I am."--Olivia Dunham, Fringe

( Peter was stretched out on the bed with his eyes fixed blankly on the ceiling )

"i have the scars to prove
the clock strikes
with her hands"
--Saul Williams

( All was quiet outside but he knew the lull wouldn't last long )

"I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments."--Oriah Mountain Dreamer

( The silence surrounding him was eerie )

"Everything is OK"

( Today he brought a book of Sudoku and a chessboard )

"Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple." --Dr. Seuss

( Peter was finding more and more reasons to linger )

For you, a thousand times over.--Khaled Hosseini

( He was only a child but he could see that his brother was very sad about something )

"Just because I'm busy doesn't mean I don't love you."

( Friday, 5:30 pm )

"Tempt not a desperate man."-William Shakespeare

( Thirty seconds )

"Questions are dangerous, because they have answers."-Jacqueline Carey

( Loud screams could be heard through the crisp spring air )

And the question will be:
When the time comes, do you want to be saved? --Jack Banning

( Here is the contract we discussed, Mr. Petrelli )

"...You know when you pray, you are heard, if not by God, then by yourself. When you pray, you tell yourself what you truly want, what you really need. And once you know these things, you can do nothing but go after them."-Helen Oyeyemi.

( The last time he stood at an altar was when he was a teenager )

I pressed my lips against his ear and whispered again, It's not your fault. Perhaps this was really the only thing I had ever wanted to say to anyone in the world. -Miranda July

( He sat with his arms hugging his legs tight to his chest )

My heart… it feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it’s trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you.-Stardust

( He rested his hand over the place where his heart dwelled )

"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable." - C.S. Lewis

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Dreaming Hero

Entries tagged with comm: sunday

Sunday: Heartbeat

Sunday: After

Sunday: Empty silence

Sunday: Felix Culpa

Sunday: Questions

Sunday: Brotherly love

Sunday: Moments

Sunday: Thirty seconds

Sunday: Questioning

Sunday: The Real Peter

Sunday: Prayer

Sunday: Understanding

Sunday: Secret rhythm

Sunday Reveries: What's left

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