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I'm on Aslan's side even if there isn't any Aslan to lead it. I'm going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia.
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love
safe
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C.S. Lewis |
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Arthur: If I asked you where the hell we were, would I regret it? Ford: We're safe. Arthur: Oh good. Ford: We're in a small galley cabin in one of the spaceships of the Vogon Constructor Fleet. Arthur: Ah, this is obviously some strange use of the word that I wasn't previously aware of.
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safety-in-numbers
semantics
safe
wordplay
word
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Douglas Adams |
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There was a very cautious man Who never laughed or played He never risked, he never tried, He never sang or prayed. And when he on day passed away, His insurance was denied, For since he never really lived, They claimed he never really died. (Anonymous poem)
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John C. Maxwell |
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If we stay where we are, where we're stuck, where we're comfortable and safe, we die there. We become like mushrooms, living in the dark, with poop up to our chins. If you want to know only what you already know, you're dying. You're saying: Leave me alone; I don't mind this little rathole. It's warm and dry. Really, it's fine. When nothing new can get in, that's death. When oxygen can't find a way in, you die. But new is scary, and new can be disappointing, and confusing - we had this all figured out, and now we don't. New is life.
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life
stuck
safe
new
scary
dying
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Anne Lamott |
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Perhaps she was just looking for love in the wrong places. In all the safe places. What if love was not safe at all?
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wrong
safe
place
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Mary Balogh |
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I don't know how long I kept at it... I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still. It didn't seem to be summer any more
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floor
still
safe
sylvia-plath
summer
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Sylvia Plath |
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This is what I wanted. This guy. This life. This me. I was never getting my old life back, and I didn't care. I was happy. I was safe. I was right where I wanted to be.
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safe
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Kelley Armstrong |
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If you need to talk about your childhood, you're safe with me. If you need to break into a million pieces, I'm right here, Lev. I'll find them all, I'm good at details, and I'll put you back together. You're safe here.
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safe
talk
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Christine Feehan |
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Out here, it's better safe than sorry, because generally speaking, too much of the time sorry means you're dead.
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humor
safe
sorry
proverbs
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Patricia C. Wrede |
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Until then we're going to keep making memories like this, moments when we're the only two people in the whole world. And when we get scared or lonely or confused, we'll pull out these memories and wrap them around us and they'll make us feel safe. And strong.
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loneliness
memories
strength
safe
encouragement
scared
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Laurie Halse Anderson |
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Lies cannot nourish or protect you. Only freedom from fear, freedom from lies, can make us beautiful, and keep us safe.
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lies
freedom
fear
beauty
safe
safety
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Anne Lamott |
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VIDEO ARCHIVE- INTERVIEW 24768 . GOLD-EYE I like trees... grass... only birds in sky. People walking safe. Family No Creatures. Sleep all night safe. Walk under sun in own place. Grow plants. Build. Be father with mother. Have Children. A place like Petar told me. Home. After Change goes back... I want home.
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safe
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Garth Nix |
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"As a therapist, I have many avenues in which to learn about DID, but I hear exactly the opposite from clients and others who are struggling to understand their own existence. When I talk to them about the need to let supportive people into their lives, I always get a variation of the same answer. "It is not safe. They won't understand." My goal here is to provide a small piece of that gigantic puzzle of understanding. If this book helps someone with DID start a conversation with a supportive friend or family member, understanding will be increased."
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understanding
pain
multiplicity
psychiatric
unsafe
mpd
piece
safe
goal
support
puzzle
normal
safety
mental-illness
multiple-personality-disorder
trauma
psychology
mental-health
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Deborah Bray Haddock |
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The only time you were safe was when you were dead.
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morbid
safe
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Kate Atkinson |
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Around 2 a.m. the snow started to fall. It was quite a lovely view and I breathed it in like I only do when I truly love something, and there was a small sadness creeping in through my chest because I knew I would have to leave it, go back to my basement with no stars in sight. But I pushed it aside because those moments are rare and I'm happy because now I know this place exists and that's all you need sometimes. You need to know that lovely places exist and you can go there, when things go wrong, and it's a place of solace.
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minimalism
solace
safe
places
move
simplicity
home
pretty
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Charlotte Eriksson |
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It is not my wish to stay home so much that I become isolated, but to use the comforting influence of my home to restore and gather myself after each step I take in my expanding ability to participate in the world.
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home-as-sanctuary
home-sweet-home
personal-safety
safe
home
safety
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Maureen Brady |
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Stranno e, che vsichki greshki sv'rshvat ednakvo, che vinagi gi povtariame i prod'lzhavame s novi nadezhdi. Tsiala noshch khapem ustni, kh'ltsame v'v v'zglavnitsata s bezpomoshchen gniav i tv'rdo se zaklevame da ostanem samotni, a shchom s'mne, podnasiame dushata si kato nezhen balon ot ts'fnalo glukharche na nasreshchnite vetrove na zhivota i te go roniat i raznasiat. Ala koito spasi samo edno malko pukhche i go vnese na zavet, toi e spasil tsialata si dusha. Tova e gorchiva rabota, no koito ne obr'shcha nezhnoto tsvete na dushata si k'm vetrovete na izpitaniiata, dori tsialoto da go spasi i da go prenese dokrai, toi ne mozhe da pochuvstva, che izobshcho niakoga go e imal.
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winter
loneliness
pain
live
life
dandelion
болка
вятър
глухарче
изпитания
плач
самота
спасение
страх
душа
живот
yugoslavia
safe
feel
salvation
save
cry
test
flower
sad
soul
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Ivo Andrić |
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"I want the freedom to mess up," I say. Just once, I want to be the one who's allowed to screw up. I want the freedom to choose. Right now, I have no choice. I have to be this way. But one day, I'll be free. I'll be be able to live my life without having to be perfect. I'll be able to do anything I want - or nothing at all. I'll wander around aimlessly. I'll make mistakes. I won't worry about being safe, being perfect."
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perfection
freedom
wander
safe
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Beth Revis |
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"Nodding, I tried to tell myself how Travis didn't care about me. He hadn't come for me all these years and he never would. Wanting to be rational, I still felt his rough hands on me. I hurt between my legs like I did when he was done. He had marked me again in the dream and I would never be free. After a short time, Cooper stood up and walked to the next room. Hating to be alone, I still flinched when he returned. He seemed bigger now. His shoulders wider, his face harsher, his whole demeanor reeked of potential violence. Instead of hitting me, Cooper lowered a blanket behind the chair so I could cover myself. I stared at him as he sat back down. We studied each other for a long time as I waited for something bad to happen or the fear to fade. Neither occurred, leaving me stuck behind the chair for hours. Cooper tried twice to caress my face and both times I jerked back and away from his touch. After the second attempt, he stood up and left the room. I heard the front door open and assumed he was leaving. Then, his big ugly dog Rafe waltzed into the room with Cooper following behind. In his hand, Cooper held a gun and I pushed farther back into the corner. "No one," he said, kneeling down by the chair, "will come here and take you. If they do, Rafe will wake us up and I'll kill the fucker. No one is hurting you or taking you away from me. Do you understand?" Staring into his dark eyes, I did understand. I craned my neck so I could see Rafe comfortable in the corner. When I looked back at Cooper, he sighed. "Baby, it's nearly six in the morning. The sun is coming up and you need to sleep. I need rest too, so let's go to bed and I'll keep you safe. I won't even touch you, but I need you to go to bed." "You love me," I said in a rough, exhausted voice. "More than anything else. I will never let that piece of shit or anyone else come here and hurt you. You are mine and that makes you untouchable. Do you understand?" Nodding again, I crawled out from behind the chair and Cooper helped me stand. He stepped back, willing to keep his distance to avoid scaring me. Reaching for him, I knew he would keep me safe. If I couldn't shake the fear of the dream, I could at least know Cooper was someone Travis wouldn't screw with. Rationally, I knew Travis likely forgot I existed, but I wasn't rational. I was primal and the monster was always waiting to ruin me again. With Cooper though, I was safe."
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love
untouchable
youre-mine
safe
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