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Though we pretend perpetual happiness, the one we deceive, is ourself – balance.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) November 11, 2012
Though we pretend perpetual happiness, the one we deceive, is ourself – balance.
In argument is opportunity for all to learn, in negotiation, opportunity for all to lose.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) November 11, 2012
In argument is opportunity for all to learn, in negotiation, opportunity for all to lose.
On the hunt am I, for words dark edged, sharp or blunt, tonight no desire is there, for a lullaby…
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) November 11, 2012
On the hunt am I, for words dark edged, sharp or blunt, tonight no desire is there, for a lullaby…
Maturity, is a strange thing. Youth seek it avidly, yet once acquired, it seems more burdensome than glorious. Oh, for lost youth.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) November 11, 2012
Maturity, is a strange thing. Youth seek it avidly, yet once acquired, it seems more burdensome than glorious. Oh, for lost youth.
Though we hold love eternal, eternity ends, new loves begin, and die, all while alongside us we hold our mirrored heart, content.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) November 11, 2012
Though we hold love eternal, eternity ends, new loves begin, and die, all while alongside us we hold our mirrored heart, content.
What do I want from Twitter? An oddience of hecklers, each of whom occupies their own stage.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) November 11, 2012
What do I want from Twitter? An oddience of hecklers, each of whom occupies their own stage.
Is truth adequate justification for callousness?
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) November 11, 2012
Is truth adequate justification for callousness?
Though I hold truth in highest esteem, the injury it brings can exceed its cost. #thought
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) November 11, 2012
Though I hold truth in highest esteem, the injury it brings can exceed its cost. #thought
Words cut, upon my hands… the proving blood of innocence.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) November 11, 2012
Words cut, upon my hands… the proving blood of innocence.
Speak with care, for people remember a kind word for but a day, a cruel one forever.
— C.G.Ayling (@CGAyling) November 11, 2012