Posted by: Edmond Dantès
in Quotes & Aphorisms (Moods)
All I ever thought about me, who I was, what I was, was only a lie. More or less. You have no idea of what an amazing liberation!
from the book "" by Neil Gaiman
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Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
in Quotes & Aphorisms (Books)
While I was running up the hill, my dad stayed and got stung, to give me time to run away. His glasses had fallen off when he ran.
He said that he wasn't scared when he was standing there and the wasps were stinging him and hurting him and he was watching me run away. Because he knew he had to give me enough time to run, or the wasps would have come after both of us. And he said that it wasn't brave of him, doing that, just standing there and being stung. It wasn't brave because he wasn't scared: it was the only thing he could do. But going back again to get his glasses, when he knew the wasps were there, when he was really scared. That was brave.
Because when you're scaredbut you still do it anyway, that's brave.
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