Joe Hart Quotes

When managers have got decisions to make, whether it benefits me or not, I have to be man enough to take it.

fear was overshadowed by the awe of something beautiful in the chaos.

How much is a life worth? This question is the first that enters Zoey's mind each morning, and it is the last she thinks before falling off to sleep every night. Can a price be put on such a thing? And if it could be, would one ever be able to pay it?

compliance, compliance begets tolerance, and tolerance brings peace." He flicks his ferret-like gaze across them all. "Disorder is unacceptable. The greater good depends upon all of you,

The second you give up is when you start to die. You have to fight to make it.

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Sometimes the smartest decision is the last one you want to make.

Our worst memories are precious, things we can't or won't forget, and sometimes they're what we guard the most.

Are you okay?" The lady sounded more anxious now, and somehow

Oh. And lesbian is another name for welder?

we were struck down as one by a virus of most vile design, whether it is natural or manmade, we do not know. In the beginning it did not take our lives firsthand, but in the darkness of women's bodies, it did its horrid work. It undermined the very fabric of life, its effects robbing the world of procreation by burning out the possibility of female existence.

Her head is two sizes too large, ungainly, swarming with thoughts. Why?

I can't get away from that feeling. That need to know. It's there every day like a bruise that doesn't heal.

If I could go back to do some things over, I would in a heartbeat. But that ain't reality. It ain't life. You got to forgive yourself before you can move on. When you forgive yourself the regret gets lighter and lighter and you manage to keep going.

You can't keep bearing all the weight. In the end, if you try to save everyone you'll only lose yourself.

I'm tired of this place. Going with these guys when they leave so thought I'd start off my employment with an act of goodwill." The doors open and the night air streams in, cooling the lobby. "I'll help myself to the money in Ray's apartment you owe me. Don't think you'll be needing it anymore," Ollie shouts after them as they're shoved outside.

They are somewhere safe, or they are dead. And death is a sort of safety in itself.

There are prisons of all kinds, Zoey, they take every shape imaginable. They aren't just concrete, and steel, and stone. They're everywhere. And even when you've escaped one, there's always another waiting. But you must remember that the first step to freedom doesn't always start with picking a lock." He reaches out and touches her temple. "It begins here." Slowly

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It is like the truth is locked solidly inside her. She is a prison of secrets.

Sullivan could hear drops of water snapping from leaf to leaf as it made its way to the ground, searching for a river or stream that would eventually carry it back to its mother sea.

Fear feeds the worst in all of us. It drives the most despicable of our natures to the surface.

There are sights that a person can witness that will not fit within the normal boundaries of consciousness or recognition. To put it simply, there are limits to the human mind that horror can surpass, and when it does, there is nothing but the void of madness waiting beyond.

People aren't special. They never were. We're the biggest mistake in the universe.

slash that cuts through the countryside, winding beside a twin artery separated by tangles of scrub. Here and there the sediment that covers the road breaks and Zoey sees ghostly lines of yellow and white. Her face stings from the constant wind and she's slightly chilled, but she can't help

People are stupid. They're sheep. They follow anyone with a plan.

Zoey feels the void waver, flex as if it will break and everything inside her will come spilling out. But then Ken's face appears in her mind and she knows if he were here right now, she would only do one thing differently. She would kill him slower.

Some things are too heavy to manage on your own. Certain burdens will break a person if they insist on bearing them alone.

True beauty is doing the right thing when you know no one is looking,

Crusted bloodstains marred the carpet everywhere, with chunks of matted gore thrusting from their centers, like ebony volcanoes oozing rivers of tissue. A

How? she asks herself. How could they do it? How could they let it happen? But already she knows. She's felt the rage, the hatred, the absolute and utter need to destroy. She's partaken in it, drank the bitter draft of murder and did it unblinkingly. That is how all travesties occur. Because of people like her.

Perhaps he could see inside her, see what she was becoming even before she realized it herself. Saw her for what she is. A murderer. But each time remorse begins to invade her, break her will to hold herself together, the rage returns, almost as strong as the moment she opened the door to the prisoners' room. It overshadows the guilt. And the void grows.