Her mind seemed in the habit of jumping... - D.J. Molles - Quotes.Pub

Her mind seemed in the habit of jumping to the worst possible conclusions, but maybe that wasn’t such a bad habit. Maybe that was the type of thing that kept you alive.

D.J. Molles Quotes

Beyond that was the hypnotic slur of nature’s constant background noise, louder now for man’s lack of interference. The cicada call, rising and falling, the chatter of birds, a million other life-forms acting out their daily existence, oblivious to the changed world around them and the plight of the one species on the planet that seemed to doom themselves at every turn.

Am I apeshit?” She stooped and began to gather wood. “No.” Harper shook his head. “You’re just crazy. But that’s okay. You can come back from crazy.

Surely your violence and brutality will follow you all the days of your life, and when you are finally slaughtered like a dog, you will go straight to Hell forever. Amen.

Then he thrust out, pulling the pistol back just before it touched the man’s clavicle, and then fired three shots in a downward trajectory, each one punching through the bottom of the man’s neck and traveling down through his body where they punched through organs and vertebrae and the pelvic bone and came out through the man’s leg, groin, and anus.

Cursing the little place where you found yourself would do no good. It would not free you from your prison, or make the millions of megatons of earth and stone that sat over your head go away. But you cursed it anyways, because when you’re completely powerless all you can do is shake your fist.

Air. Enough blood to keep your heart pumping. Water. Calories. That’s all you need.

Necessity and survival were brutal tutors, and they only gave pass or fail.

But nerves always festered in the stillness of waiting. Left at idle, the mind could make a coward of even the bravest man.

But no matter how long a father has been in the ground, he always speaks to his children. A person forever remembers their mother’s arms and their father’s words.

Do not love your country. Love your God-given freedoms. Don’t fight for a government, but rather fight against anyone who would threaten your liberty, and your right to be alive.

Be still and let it wash over you. You are a stone at the bottom of a river. You are hard rock. The water wears you down, but it only makes you smoother. And the smoother and harder you are, the less the flow can affect you.

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