Hide from me, lie to my feelings, deceive me and pray I never find out, make me bleed and so does my soul, kill me and Bury me in the remainder of your heart, at las this way I may be a reminder of all you once had and all you have lost. This simply explains the book, such a great read
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Hide from me, lie to my feelings, deceive me and pray I never find out, make me bleed and so does my soul, kill me and Bury me in the remainder of your heart, at las this way I may be a reminder of all you once had and all you have lost. This simply explains the book, such a great read
When you envy what you have but can't comprehend, a daughter so adamant on doing the wrong things and another reaching puberty, a husband lost in work and far away, a secret love life, kept from poking eyes and an obsessed fellow who can't let go of the past and see's his demon at every turn.
I’d apologize to you for every bit of silly mistakes I’ve made; I never wanted it this way. When we started, I made sure you were my world, my diamond in the sky and my perfection.
Beautiful princess, death looms | And the end is here, one we both knew from the beginning | We may die off like the aging giant stars in space | And left of us in the cosmos would be these feeling | A star which burnt bright with holy intensity
Falling in the past, fallen in the present | The tale my mother told me never saw love die | I bleed out in the mist of lonely woe | I sighted a beauty and knew it was my doom | Whisper my tears to her ears oh birds of prey !
Today, you’ve decided to be a good person. You don’t know why, really—you just woke up this morning full of vim and vigor and optimism, despite a world that often seems hell-bent on bumming you out, and you hopped out of bed determined to be a little bit better today than you were yesterday.
I’M LATE, AS USUAL. It’s only a three-minute drive to the parking lot where I meet Reed Hastings to carpool to work, but when your son throws up on you at breakfast, and you can’t find your keys, and it’s raining, and you realize at the last minute that you don’t have enough gas in your car to get you over the Santa Cruz Mountains into Sunnyvale—good luck with making a 7:00 a.m. meet-up time.
Every time I read a management or self-help book, I find myself saying, “That’s fine, but that wasn’t really the hard thing about the situation.” The hard thing isn’t setting a big, hairy, audacious goal. The hard thing is laying people off when you miss the big goal. The hard thing isn’t hiring great people. The hard thing is when those “great people” develop a sense of entitlement and start demanding unreasonable things.