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Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.
Andrew Boyd, Daily Afflictions: The Agony of Being Connected to Everything in the Universe (via masochisticsadist)
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No human being, when you understand his desires, is worthless. No one’s life is nothing. Even the most evil of men and women, if you understand their hearts, had some generous act that redeems them, at least a little…
Orson Scott Card, Speaker for the Dead (via wordsnquotes)
[ forsakcn ]
| ☼ | "Are these your men, miss? I have been trying to tell them that I am unarmed, but they do not believe me." It was true -- the enlightened being didn't have a single weapon on her person.
[ depravitiies ]
| ☼ | "This makes it our second meeting, does it not? I am flattered that you enjoy my company so much, sir. What do you wish to discuss today?"
Don’t you dare, for one minute, believe that my kindness makes me anything but insurmountable. I did not unzip my chest to every kind of hurt, and stagger back, wounded and alive, just to hear you call me weak for trying.
Ashe Vernon (aka latenightcornerstore), from her poem, Softness, in Words Dance 16. (via wordsdancemag)
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[ duxlian ]
| ☼ | "You may come out, little one. I will not harm you." It's been some time that she's sensed the presence of the other behind her. In a telling move, her hands raise up from her sides and she stands upright. "I have no weapons on me. You may search me if you would like. I will not resist."
[ vigoare ]
| ☼ | "Ah, I am sorry!" The angel hadn't realized that she knocked into the mage until the collision actually happened. She picked up the belongings she had and the small amount of food she recently purchased while smiling a bit. "Please forgive me, sir. It will not happen again."
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Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment (via seabois)
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Hᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ Wʜᴀᴛ Wᴀs Bʀᴏᴋᴇɴ
He didn’t hear her. Or rather, as thoughts could travel far in the Otherworld, and thought was all they were, her words were bound to reach her. He didn’t, however, react. The darkness around them became more pressing, suffocating, had they had air that could be pressed out of their lungs. The sensation was there, all the same. From the whirling darkness came screams, screams of agony and rage and helplessness. Kouta’s fingertips bled again. Not only that. Blood from his mouth, his eyes, his ears. He slapped his hands over his ears with a wet sound and he hunched down, shaking. “L—leave. Leave.”
| ☼ | For once, Hoshi was at a loss of what to do. Could she do this on her own, without her superego's assistance? She wanted to believe that she could for Kouta's sake, for he was able to get closer to her than as Sertoria. A sigh passed her lips, however she blinked when she could hear the soft voice in her head again. "--Sertoria?"
"That is enough now, Hoshi," urged Sertoria as their bodies changed yet again. If she didn't change this for the better, then nothing would change. In a matter of minutes, the screams would dissipate and be filled with a warm, bright sunlight. The area they were on changed into a gorgeous green valley, with flowers and a cloudless azure sky. "I refuse to leave you, Kouta. I refuse to. We will work on this as long as we need to."
A shake of his head is thusly proffered to the other, his expression darkening as he takes a stumbling step backwards. “… No. Don’t… D-Don’t touch me, I’ll b-be f-ine." The only damn way to make it worse would be to have some holy being touch him - hell, it could cauterize the pipe into his flesh if they weren’t careful enough.
| ☼ | Her hands drop down to her sides immediately upon the refusal to her offer. Still, she was rather stubborn and wanted to help as many people as she could. Lips pursed together in thought while the angel tapped the outer area of her cheek. "Are you sure--? I can be extremely careful," she quietly replied, not wanting this person to be in pain any further. "--How did this happen anyway?"
“… D…amn." Good choice of words from the man with a shattered metal pipe protruding from just beneath his breastbone.
| ☼ | The sight before the angel is definitely troubling enough and she carefully holds her hands out, glancing at him sympathetically. "May I take care of this for you, sir?"
Presently, she appears to be allured by the sight of beauteous tresses that were not her own, countenance unable to present any amicability over the obvious disposition of being distracted.
"Your hair.. it’s really pretty."
| ☼ | For the briefest of moments, there's a slight pause given. It's not often that the angel can feel the eyes of someone else on her back. However, she is rather pleasantly surprised and will give this new person a warm smile. How kind they have to be--!
"Oh, why thank you! Though, I must say the same about you, miss. You are rather beautiful."
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“You don’t do kind deeds expecting kindness in return. You don’t do kind deeds because you deem the recipient worthy. You do kind deeds because it’s who you are, and because you understand the powerful difference your gentle hand makes in this dreary world.”
-Rochelle E. Goodrich (via xgoodkingwenceslasx)
| Rei |
♂➳♂ —
As Rei’s body changed back into a female. She couldn’t be — happier! ”I’m Hino Rei, it’s very nice to meet you too! Like very nice!”
| ☼ | There was a jovial chuckle that came from the enlightened being from Rei's excite- ment. "The pleasure is all mine, Rei. Like I said, I live to serve. I am happy to see you will be all right now."
