Sarah MacLean Quotes
And as the bullet ripped through his flesh, Ralston was consumed by a single thought: I never told her that I loved her.
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No one can shed light on vices he does not have or afflictions he has ever experienced.
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Virtue hath no tongue to check vice's pride.
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There are some situations which men understand by instinct, by which reason is powerless to explain; in such cases the greatest poet is he who gives utterance to the most natural and vehement outburst of sorrow. Those who hear the bitter cry are as much impressed as if they listened to an entire poem, and when th sufferer is sincere they are right in regarding his outburst as sublime.
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Hell was a living place inside every membrane of flesh that temporarily passed itself off as human.
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And as the bullet ripped through his flesh, Ralston was consumed by a single thought: I never told her that I loved her.
