I noticed these kinds of games are the most popular, so I wanted to take a crack at it. The game is as the title says.
I'll give an example as a way to start.
I learned how much even a moment of someone's time can mean to them. The time I spent, as little as they had left, were the best. I beg you, Treasure even the little moments in your life. Because we forget how much they really do for us.
I'll give an example as a way to start.
I learned how much even a moment of someone's time can mean to them. The time I spent, as little as they had left, were the best. I beg you, Treasure even the little moments in your life. Because we forget how much they really do for us.
When you live amongst wolves, you must grow fangs
"Sire Marcus Leocadus, honorable fighter and noble wolf, does your soul ever find peace? Let nature inspire you, feel the blossom of this strong entity, let the bloom enter your heart. Flowers are so delicate and yet so strong. Find peace and let the rage in your soul fade for the wonder called nature", Lizbeth bows with all respect this man deserves.
Alora furrowed her brow. When she was tugged into this game by her brother, she never thought she’d have to form a solid thought behind it. What was so fun about wisdom? Wisdom was attained through trial and error, and hardships, not random quotes. This wasn’t Pinterest!
Her nail raked against her jaw as she leaned against the table, humming under her breath. She supposed she had some wisdom. Maybe it wasn’t the best, but it was what she learned through her time as a hunter… and maybe it could help someone else.
“Well, I would say that following your heart isn’t always the smartest option. Emotions are persuasive and your heart can lead you down dark paths without you realizing it,” she crossed her arms. “Violence isn’t always the best option, just like peace can sometimes be more dangerous than bloodshed. Emotions and decisions are fickle like that.”
Her nail raked against her jaw as she leaned against the table, humming under her breath. She supposed she had some wisdom. Maybe it wasn’t the best, but it was what she learned through her time as a hunter… and maybe it could help someone else.
“Well, I would say that following your heart isn’t always the smartest option. Emotions are persuasive and your heart can lead you down dark paths without you realizing it,” she crossed her arms. “Violence isn’t always the best option, just like peace can sometimes be more dangerous than bloodshed. Emotions and decisions are fickle like that.”
"When you live amongst wolves, you must grow fangs"
It doesn't seem quite possible...
It doesn't seem quite possible...
"Those that says it's the journey that matters not the destination, clearly never had experienced the urge to go to the bathroom."
“Take lots of notes for the amnesia, and stay away from married men (especially when drinking.)”
"Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked."
~ Mary Schmich
~ Mary Schmich
"Most stuff is free if you are fast enough!"
"Time is a pit that devours mortals, and most of mortals deserve to be swallowed by time; only the ones who are not judgmental and can think and understand deserve to ascend to greatness!"
"It's an awful truth that suffering can deepen us, give a greater luster to our colors, a richer resonance to our words. That is, if it doesn't destroy us, if it doesn't burn away the optimism and the spirit, the capacity for visions, and the respect for simple yet indispensable things."
~ Anne Rice Queen of the Damned
~ Anne Rice Queen of the Damned
The poet sings of the desperate bayonet charge; the strategist ensures it is never necessary. True victory is not found in the heat of a soldier's courage, but in necessary procedruals such as artillery coordinates which the uninitiated would dismiss as mundane. If the enemy reaches our line with breath enough to scream, you have in part failed your calibrations as a commander. A hero is a soldier who failed to request adequate fire support. I do not want martyrs who die for the Emperor; I want disciplined guardsmen who kill for Him and live to march another ten kilometers. Sacrifice is a tactical resource, not a moral virtue. Do not spend it cheaply.
And some of you will now attest to the burdens of command to which I shall say, Leadership is to navigate by the light of cold stars. If you weep for every soul lost in the pursuit of the objective, you will eventually go blind. My conscience is not weighted by the dead, but by the efficiency of their passing. A thousand deaths to secure a continent is a bargain; a single death in a botched maneuver is a tragedy of logistics. To lead is to stand upon a peak where the air is too thin for sentiment. Your subordinates seek approval; your enemies seek your life. Grant neither. you are not their comrade, nor their foil. The schola progenium trains you to be the focal point through which the Emperor’s will is refracted into a thousand firing solutions. One does not seek warmth from a lighthouse; one simply follows its beam to avoid the rocks. Embody such and Emperor willing you will in the very least die with dignity.
I am often asked how I sleep knowing the casualty lists that bear my signature. I sleep soundly because those lives were traded, not wasted. To die in a chaotic rout is a tragedy; to die as the anchor of a pincer maneuver that shatters any ambition the arch-enemy once held is a fulfillment of purpose. I do not owe my men a long life, I owe them a death that matters. A man is a fragile thing, he breaks, he tires, he fears. But a soldier in formation is a constant. I do not command men; I command a density of fire. I do not care what a guardsman thinks in the dark of his trench, so long as his finger finds the trigger at the exact millisecond my vox-command reaches his ear. Order is the only mercy I offer.
When the smoke clears, the galaxy will not ask if we were kind. It will not ask if we knew the names of the fallen or if we shared their rations. It will ask only one thing: Does this world belong to the Throne? My burden is to ensure that the answer is 'Yes,' regardless of the ink used to write it. What is yours ?
Lord General Von Drakenfell - Reflections on The Balion Campaigns
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