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Man is the cruelest animal. —Friedrich Nietzsche
she’d be the girl her friends would perform a makeover on because they could see the potential lying just beneath the surface. That only happened in movies, however. In real life, teenage girls were typically too jealous to purposely create a swan when having an ugly duckling beside you made you the pretty one.
He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. —Friedrich Nietzsche
“They say this is where the monsters are housed, but I know that’s not true. The true monsters? They’re out there.” He jerked his head toward the window. “And they run in packs. They always run in packs.”
Where there was evil, there was always money.
“Most things are just a matter of time,” he said. “It’s very difficult to believe when you’re in the midst of the pain.” He nodded. He’d found that to be true. Time didn’t necessarily make the pain disappear entirely, but it sanded the sharp edges.
Find happiness.” “I have found happiness.” “Find more. Go after it with gusto in whatever way you are able. You did not crawl out of that cage to live a timid life.”
She suddenly understood why people were hoarders. Those who had lost so much already were scared to death of losing more. And so they held on, no matter the terrible clutter and filth it created.
Never take anything wonderful for granted, no matter how much of it you have.
