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Stephen KingMots clés motivational life art stephen-king
We never know which lives we influence, or when, or why. Not until the future eats the present, anyway. We know when it's too late.
Stephen KingMots clés life stephen-king 11-22-63
Pack up all my care and woe, blackbird, bye-bye
Stephen KingMots clés horror stephen-king insomnia
It's a long walk back to Eden, sweetheart, so don't sweat the small stuff.
Stephen KingMots clés death stephen-king insomnia eden
There'll always be a market for shit, of course. Just look at Jeffrey Archer! He writes like old people fuck doesn't he?
Stephen KingMots clés writing stephen-king jeffrey-archer guardian-interview
Why must you hurt me, when I love you so? When I can do nothing else nor want to, for love made me and fed me and kept me in better days? Why will you cut me, and disfigure my face, and fill me with woe? I have only loved you for your beauty as you once loved me for mine in the days before the world moved on. Now you scar me with nails and put burning drops of quicksilver in my nose; you have set the animals on me, so you have, and they have eaten of my softest parts. Around me the can-toi gather and there’s no peace from their laughter.
Yet still I love you and would serve you and even bring the magic again, if you would allow me, for that is how my heart was cast when I rose from the Prim. And once I was strong as well as beautiful, but now my strength is almost gone. If torture were to stop now, I might still recover – if never my looks, then at least my strength and my kes.
But other week… or maybe five days… or even three… and it will be too late. Even if the torture stops, I’ll die. And you’ll die too, for when love leaves the world, hearts are still. Tell them of my love and tell them of my pain and tell them of my hope, which still lives. For this is all I have and all I am and all I ask.
Mots clés stephen-king the-dark-tower the-beam
Time flies, knells call, life passes, so hear my prayer.
Birth is nothing but death begun, so hear my prayer.
Death is speechless, so hear my speech.
This is Jake, who served his ka and his tet. Say true.
May the forgiving glance of S’mana heal his heart. Say please.
May the arms of Gan raise him from the darkness of this earth. Say please.
Surround him, Gan , with light.
Fill him, Chloe, with strength.
If he is thirsty, give him water in the clearing.
If he is hungry, give him food in the clearing.
May his life on this earth and the pain of his passing become as a dream to his waking soul, and let his eyes fall upon every lovely sight; let him find the friends that were lost to him, and let every one whose name he calls call his in return.
This is Jake, who lived well, loved his own, and died as ka would have it.
Each man owes a death. This is Jake. Give him peace.
Mots clés stephen-king the-dark-tower jake-chambers roland-deschain cuthbert-allgood-s-prayer
Good luck, good will, good fortune, not ill.
Stephen KingMots clés stephen-king hearts-in-atlantis the-dark-tower ted-brautigan
Because guys like us, Red, we know there's a third choice. An alternative to staying simon-pure and bathing in the filth and the slime. It's the alternative that grown-ups all over the world pick. You balance off the walk through the hog-wallow against what it gains you. You choose the lesser of the two evils and try to keep your good intentions in front of you. And I guess you judge how well you are doing by how well you sleep at night...and what your dreams are like.
Stephen KingMots clés life inspirational intention stephen-king shawshank-redemption andy-dufresne rita-hayworth
There had never been a shortage of fools in the world
Stephen KingMots clés world fools stephen-king stupid
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