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by
Tom Clancy
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March 29 - April 11, 2020
It was hard not having a soul, most especially when you could remember having had one.
Loneliness was bad enough without reflection on its misery.
Loneliness didn’t tell you what you had lost, only that something was missing.
no man who could rationalize the death of a child could truly be called a man at all,
It takes guts to change, and it really takes guts to talk about it.”
People just aren’t alert when they’re wet.”
The one he could just barely see was the real enemy. And that fit the time-honored pattern, didn’t it?
It was courage, and it went part and parcel with fear. It was the thing that drove people to accomplish missions, and also the thing that selected those missions for them. She’d seen the darkness, and finding the light, she had to extend its glow to others.
Bad luck does not make a bad person,”
The past happened because a hundred little random things had to fall exactly into place in exactly the right way, in exactly the proper sequence, and while it was easy to accept the good results, one could only rage at the bad ones.
welcoming the pain as the messenger of progress.
good enough was good enough, while perfect was always a pain in the ass and often not worth the effort anyway.
there’s two kinds of people in the world, the ones who need to be told and the ones who figure it out all by themselves,”
It was surprising how little sleep you needed when there was important work to be done.
the physical acted upon the psychological, just as surely as gravity but far more insidiously.
Warrior and healer, parallel wars, similarity of purpose, but so different in their actions. Diseases of the body, and diseases of humanity itself.
without memories, good and bad, what was life,
the smaller the mind the greater the ego.
to get dinner at the hospital cafeteria. It was the assault on her dignity that hurt,
Dangers were no longer things to be feared, but to be dealt with. To be overcome.
Somehow danger assigned to others was larger and more horrid than that which you assumed for yourself.
All of Christianity in a single story. No matter how grave one’s misdeeds might be, there would always be a welcome for those with the courage to return.
Abuse was the weapon of the coward, after all, and those who applied it knew the fact as well as those who had to accept it.
hope really was something without limit.
Waiting grows hard on those who don’t know what’s happening.