Holding on to anger, resentment and hurt only gives you tense muscles, a headache and a sore jaw from clenching your teeth. Forgiveness gives you back the laughter and the lightness in your life.
You found it offensive?
I found it funny.
That's why I'm happier than you.
No more be grieved at that which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud,
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authrizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than their sins are;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense -
Thy adverse party is thy advocate -
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
Such civil war is in my love and hate
That I an ccessary needs must be
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.
I have always resented you. It's true. I'm not denying it. I'm sorry your dead, but it happens to all of us, sooner or later. It's just funny that the gods took you first. I always thought they favored you. You thought so, too. It seems we were both mistaken.
Ease up there now, lady! Take it easy. He's just a Frenchman!
— I'm doing everything I can to track him down. I don't think those billboards is very fair.
— The time it took you to get out here whining like a bitch, Willoughby, some other poor girl's probably out there being butchered right now. But I'm glad you got your priorities straight, I'll say that for you.
— When some quiet little infection destroyed my uterus, where was God? When my husband decided he couldn't be with a wife who couldn't bear children where was God? To hell with him.
— Don't allow eons of history and life to get blinked out of being just because of a grudge against your creator. So you lost the ability to make life. You're being offered the chance to play mother to the world by acting like one and protecting it. Saving it!
— Friends of yours?
— I may have unintentionally slighted some king or other.
I don't remember the night she left, but I remember the morning after because you were trying to make me breakfast and you didn't know where anything was. <...> Well, I knew she'd come back because she'd left all her clothes, you know. She loved her clothes more than anything in the world. And I kept going into her room and checking on them. And then after a few months you suddenly said that we had to get rid of them all, so, I remember folding them all very neatly, and I kept hoping that there was going be, you know, a secret note or something that would be written for me, you know, just to me, telling me that she loved me, and explaining the secret magical reason why she had to go, you know? I mean, I still have this uncontrollable urge to just go up to people and say: «My mother left me, when I was seven». You know, as if that would explain everything. And I miss her. And I hate her. And I miss her. And I feel like I was on a train and it crashed or something, and no one came and rescued me.
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