Lighting torches and burning bridges.
Out comes the pitch forks and the angry mob.
If only if you knew your plan backfired.
The angry mob stops for no one,
till the last spark of fire dies down,
would the deed be done.
Look me into the eye and tell me, what good came out of this?
Nothing but hatred, revenge and misery.
Look me into the eye and tell me, was it worth it?
Nothing but malevolence, anger and spite.
Look me into the eye and tell me why you did what you did?
Nothing but silence and a watchful eye.
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Little men with little minds and little imaginations go through life in little ruts, smugly resisting all changes which would jar their little worlds — Zig Ziglar (via justbesplendid)
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You know, it’s been said that we just don’t recognize the significant moments in our lives while they’re happening. That we grow complacent with ideas or things or people, and we take them for granted, and it’s usually not until that thing is about to be taken away from you, that you realize how wrong you’ve been, that you realize how much you really need it, how much you love it. — One Tree Hill (via kari-shma) (via quote-book) (via floatingclouds) (via happythings)
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