Show me your hero , & i'll write you a tragedy . ♥
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Jessica Blair Chappell is the name .
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There are certain clues at a crime scene which by their very nature do not lend themselves to being collected or examined. How's one collect love, rage, hatred, fear...? These are things that we're trained to look for. ♥
. No mortal can keep a secret. If his lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips; betrayal oozes out of him at every pore.
. In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present .
. Between the desire and the spasm, between the potency and the existence, between the essence and the descent, falls the shadow. This is the way the world ends .
. Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.
Of all the animals, man is the only one that is cruel. He is the only one who inflicts pain for the pleasure of doing it.
. Birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?
. Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
. It has been said that time heals all wounds. I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue, and the pain lessens, but it is never gone . ♥
. In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present .
. Between the desire and the spasm, between the potency and the existence, between the essence and the descent, falls the shadow. This is the way the world ends .
. Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor how justified, is not a crime.
Of all the animals, man is the only one that is cruel. He is the only one who inflicts pain for the pleasure of doing it.
. Birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?
. Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.
. It has been said that time heals all wounds. I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue, and the pain lessens, but it is never gone . ♥