What did Rick Yancey mean by: I didn’t save you,” he whispers, lips tickling my eyelashes. “You saved me. Rick Yancey Author · USA Copy
+ Self-pity is egotism undiluted, after all—self-centeredness in its purest form. Author, December 22, 2023December 28, 2024, Rick Yancey, Egotism, Self-centeredness, Self-pity, 0 Rick Yancey Author · USA
+ Perhaps that is our doom, our human curse, to never really know one another. Author, December 22, 2023December 28, 2024, Rick Yancey, Identity, Isolation, Misunderstanding, 0 Rick Yancey Author · USA
+ God doesn’t call the equipped, son. God equips the called. And you have been called. Author, December 22, 2023December 28, 2024, Rick Yancey, Calling, Empowerment, Faith, 0 Rick Yancey Author · USA
+ Some things you can never leave behind. They don’t belong to the past. They belong to you. Author, December 22, 2023December 29, 2024, Rick Yancey, Identity, Ownership, Time, 0 Rick Yancey Author · USA
+ To hold on, you have to find something you’re willing to die for. Author, December 22, 2023December 28, 2024, Rick Yancey, Commitment, Purpose, Sacrifice, 0 Rick Yancey Author · USA
+ It’s like a cockroach working up a plan to defeat the shoe on its way down to crush it. Author, December 22, 2023December 29, 2024, Rick Yancey, Power, Strategy, Survival, 0 Rick Yancey Author · USA
+ Do you know how to tell who the enemy is, Cassie? Author, September 24, 2023January 2, 2025, Rick Yancey, Awareness, Enemy, Identity, 0 Rick Yancey Author · USA
+ To hell with monsters and to hell with men. There is no difference to me. Author, December 22, 2023December 28, 2024, Rick Yancey, Existentialism, Indifference, Morality, 0 Rick Yancey Author · USA
If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save Barabbas. Jean Cocteau Artist · France
I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love Jean Cocteau Artist · France
I’m not willing just to be tolerated. That wounds my love of love and of liberty. Read explanation Jean Cocteau Artist · France
There is no excess in the world so commendable as excessive gratitude. Read explanation Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
