We are always tortured by our memory of the last time we were with anyone, what we said, what we did not say.
The most wicked criminals have God on their lips at all times, for God is the only one who can stomach them. - Margaret George
The most wicked criminals have God on their lips at all times, for God is the only one who can stomach them.
- Margaret George
Things do not happen, we must make them happen - Margaret George
Things do not happen, we must make them happen
The cure for a broken heart is simple, my lady. A hot bath and a good night's sleep. - Margaret George
The cure for a broken heart is simple, my lady. A hot bath and a good night's sleep.
One always imagines that the days that change one’s life must be marked with something extraordinary in nature—storms and lightning, darkness at noon… - Margaret George
One always imagines that the days that change one’s life must be marked with something extraordinary in nature—storms and lightning, darkness at noon…
Kindness is stronger than iron bars. - Margaret George
Kindness is stronger than iron bars.
Thus we use our supposed "knowledge" of others to speak on their behalf, and condemn them for their words we ourselves put in their silent mouths. - Margaret George
Thus we use our supposed "knowledge" of others to speak on their behalf, and condemn them for their words we ourselves put in their silent mouths.
I had a desire to see something besides my own shores, if only to be content to return to them someday. If I wish to live in my native land and love … - Margaret George
I had a desire to see something besides my own shores, if only to be content to return to them someday. If I wish to live in my native land and love …
Oh, he was just angry, we tell ourselves when someone blurts out something he later apologizes for. But a word, once spoken, lingers forever; to keep… - Margaret George
Oh, he was just angry, we tell ourselves when someone blurts out something he later apologizes for. But a word, once spoken, lingers forever; to keep…
Perhaps life is like an hour glass, with dear ones the sand that slips from the upper glass--the earth--into the second--eternity. - Margaret George
Perhaps life is like an hour glass, with dear ones the sand that slips from the upper glass--the earth--into the second--eternity.
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