Category Archives: VICTIM

A wise man associating with the vicious becomes an idiot; a dog traveling with good men becomes a rational being.

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“Sure, we’d faced some things as children that a lot of kids don’t. Sure, Justin had qualified for his Junior de Sade Badge in his teaching methods for dealing with pain. We still hadn’t learned, though, that growing up is all about getting hurt. And then getting over it. You hurt. You recover. You move on. Odds are pretty good you’re just going to get hurt again. But each time, you learn something.

Each time, you come out of it a little stronger, and at some point you realize that there are more flavors of pain than coffee. There’s the little empty pain of leaving something behind – gradutaing, taking the next step forward, walking out of something familiar and safe into the unknown. There’s the big, whirling pain of life upending all of your plans and expecations. There’s the sharp little pains of failure, and the more obscure aches of successes that didn’t give you what you thought they would. There are the vicious, stabbing pains of hopes being torn up. The sweet little pains of finding others, giving them your love, and taking joy in their life they grow and learn. There’s the steady pain of empathy that you shrug off so you can stand beside a wounded friend and help them bear their burdens.

And if you’re very, very lucky, there are a very few blazing hot little pains you feel when you realized that you are standing in a moment of utter perfection, an instant of triumph, or happiness, or mirth which at the same time cannot possibly last – and yet will remain with you for life.

Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don’t feel it.

Pain is a part of life. Sometimes it’s a big part, and sometimes it isn’t, but either way, it’s a part of the big puzzle, the deep music, the great game. Pain does two things: It teaches you, tells you that you’re alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed. It leaves you wiser, sometimes. Sometimes it leaves you stronger. Either way, pain leaves its mark, and everything important that will ever happen to you in life is going to involve it in one degree or another.”

― Jim Butcher

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Ali Cobby Eckermann. little bit long time.

http://www.emsah.uq.edu.au/awsr/new_site/awbr_archive/147/Cobby.htm

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I am but an humble explorer of the science of non-violence. Its hidden depths sometimes stagger me
just as much as they stagger fellow-workers

Ghandi.

You call it madness, but I call it love.

Don Byas

 

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“Destiny is usually just around the corner. Like a thief, a hooker, or a lottery vendor: its three most common personifications. But what destiny does not do is home visits. You have to go for it.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind

Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart. ― C.S. Lewis

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“Sometimes, Ms. Lane," he said, "one must break with one’s past to embrace one’s future. It is never an easy thing to do. It is one of the distinguishing characteristics between survivors and victims. Letting go of what was, to survive what is.”

― Karen Marie Moning, Darkfever

I am not your victim because you are not a predator any more than a bottle of scotch stalks an alcoholic.

― Sue William Silverman, Love Sick: One Woman’s Journey Through Sexual Addiction

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“If you give your soul up to anything earthly, whether it be the wealth, or the honours, or the pleasures of this world, you might as well hunt after the mirage of the desert or try to collect the mists of the morning, or to store up for yourself the clouds of the sky, for all these things are passing away.”

― Charles H. Spurgeon

You’ve always been your own knight, riding to your rescue. I’m just the man who came along and saw how brightly your armour shone.

― Courtney Milan, Unclaimed

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“…as your father, my instinct is to protect you … Other people will want to protect you too. But remember that you are not a damsel in distress, waiting for some prince to rescue you. Forget the prince. With your brain and your resourcefulness, you can rescue yourself.”

Brad Meltzer, Heroes for My Daughter

Lies are the religion of slaves and masters. Truth is the god of the free man.”

― Maxim Gorky, The Lower Depths, And Other Plays

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“People think that a liar gains a victory over his victim. What I’ve learned is that a lie is an act of self-abdication, because one surrenders one’s reality to the person to whom one lies, making that person one’s master, condemning oneself from then on to faking the sort of reality that person’s view requires to be faked…The man who lies to the world, is the world’s slave from then on…There are no white lies, there is only the blackest of destruction, and a white lie is the blackest of all.”

Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged

If life on earth is not a road to heaven, then it is a treadmill, a merry go round minus the merry. Peter Kreeff

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“Everywhere I’ve turned somebody has wanted to sacrifice me for my own good—only /they/ were the ones who benefited. And now we start on the old sacrificial merry-go-round. At what point do we stop?”

Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man

“I am not your victim because you are not a predator any more than a bottle of scotch stalks an alcoholic.”

Sue William Silverman, Love Sick: One Woman’s Journey Through Sexual Addiction

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“You grow ravenous. You run fevers. You know exhilarations. You can’t sleep at night, because your beast-creature ideas want out and turn you in your bed. It is a grand way to live.”


Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing