Angry people want you to see how powerful they are... loving people want you to see how powerful You are.
Why so much hate (amazing)
Between races and religions (incredible experience).
“What have you become?”
“I am what you made me.”
Don't promise when you're happy, don't reply when you're angry, and don't decide when you're sad.
I hope you never fall in love again
I hope you be yourself and lose your friends
I hope they call you out for shit you said
I hope you're miserable until you're dead
I hope you're haunted by all your regrets
I hope they fuck you up inside your head
You know I don't forgive, I don't forget
I hope you're miserable until you're dead.
— Daphne, I...
— You what? You what? You love me? No, you most certainly do not. You do not know the meaning of the word. You do not lie to the one you love. You do not trick the one you love. You do not humiliate the one you love. I may not know much, as yiy have made abundantly clear, but I do know one thing... I know that is not love!
Time is not something that can be reversed. Feel the rage! The powerful, pure rage of not being able to forgive will become your unswerving drive to take action.
— You're not still mad at him, are you?
— I'm always mad at him.
— Success does not depend on positions or weapons nor even the number of men.
— Then on what?
— It depends on the feeling within me, within him, within every soldier. Why did we lose at Austerlitz? Positions? Nonsense. That's not the point. We had no right to be there. We were in a hurry to leave the battlefield. What will happen to us tomorrow? To me, tomorrow will be simple. 100,000 Russian soldiers and 100,000 French soldiers will meet in combat. Those 200,000 are going to fight. The side that is fiercest and spares itself least is the side that will win. Tomorrow, whatever the circumstances, we are certain to win.