Nicholas Eames quote: If it sounds like a sheep but looks

“The suicide committed by Sampson was partly determined by the craftiness of Delilah and partly decided by the disobedience of Sampson. Satan uses crafty means to set traps for us, but by our obedience of the laws of God, the traps remain functionless.”

“We don't think of ourselves as 'unforgiving' or 'bitter'- those words imply that we are somehow personally responsible. We prefer to talk about how deeply we have been 'hurt', implying that we are merely helpless victims. Are those who have been deeply wounded destined to live damaged lives? Or is there real healing for deep hurt? I say there is. . . .We've also deceived ourselves into believing that we can love and serve God and be 'good Christians,' while failing to forgive. When are we going to get honest?”

Forgiveness Truthful Deceiving

Author:Byron Paulus

“How can you trust only yourself when your eyes can blind you, your ears deceive you, when you speak that which you don’t mean, and do that which you planned against?”

Self Wisdom Trust Deceiving

Author:Kyle Schmalenberg

“Banal or not, looks are deceiving, And all that glitters is not gold – And yet, we cannot help believing What meets the eye – it’s uncontrolled.”

Looks Deceiving

Book:Elfineness

Source: Elfineness

“It is hard to fake decency. I observed. - On Decency”

Deception Deceit Deceiving Deceitful People Decent People Decent Human Decencycy

Book:Aether

Source: Aether

“To figure out clever ways to lie is to believe that we’ve skillfully skirted the edge of a really big cliff. What we don’t realize is that we walked off the edge of that cliff the moment that we decided to lie. Therefore, there is no edge to skirt. Rather, there’s only an impact to prepare for.”

Lying Impact Manipulation Deceiving Deceptive Avoid Cliff Edge Skirt Mistruth

Author:Craig D. Lounsbrough

“I leaned into Tamlin, sighing. 'It feels- feels as if some of it was a dream, or a nightmare. But... But I remembered you. And when I saw you there today, I started clawing at it, fighting, because I knew it might be my only chance, and-' 'How did you break free of his control,' Lucien said flatly from behind us. Tamlin gave him a warning growl. I'd forgotten he was there. My sister's mate. The Mother, I decided, did have a sense of humour. 'I wanted it- I don't know how. I just wanted to break free of him, so I did.' We stared each other down, but Tamlin brushed a thumb over my shoulder. 'Are- are you hurt?' I tried not to bristle. I knew what he meant. That he thought Rhysand would do anything like that to anyone- 'I- I don't know,' I stammered. 'I don't... I don't remember those things.' Lucien's metal eye narrowed, as if he could sense the lie. But I looked up at Tamlin, and brushed my hand over his mouth. My bare, empty skin. 'You're real,' I said. 'You freed me.' It was an effort not to turn my hands into claws and rip out his eyes. Traitor- liar. Murderer. 'You freed yourself,' Tamlin breathed. He gestured to the house. 'Rest- and then we'll talk. I... need to find Ianthe. And make some things very, very clear.' 'I- I want to be a part of it this time,' I said, halting when he tried to herd me back into that beautiful prison. 'No more... No more shutting me out. No more guards. Please. I have so much to tell you about them- bits and pieces, but... I can help. We can get my sisters back. Let me help.' Help lead you in the wrong direction. Help bring you and your court to your knees, and take down Jurian and those conniving, traitorous queens. And then tear Ianthe into tiny, tiny pieces and bury them in a pit no one can find. Tamlin scanned my face, and finally nodded. 'We'll start over. Do things differently. When you were gone, I realised... I'd been wrong. So wrong, Feyre. And I'm sorry.' Too late. Too damned late. But I rested my head on his arm as he slipped it around me and led me toward the house. 'It doesn't matter. I'm home now.' 'Forever,' he promised. 'Forever,' I parroted, glancing behind- to where Lucien stood in the gravel drive. His gaze on me. Face hard. As if he'd seen through every lie. As if he knew of the second tattoo beneath my glove, and the glamour I now kept on it. As if he knew that they had let a fox into a chicken coop- and he could do nothing. Not unless he never wanted to see his mate- Elain- again. I gave Lucien a sweet, sleepy smile. So our game began. We hit the sweeping marble stairs to the front doors of the manor. And so Tamlin unwittingly led the High Lady of the Night Court into the heart of his territory.”

Sarah J Maas Feyre Feyre Archeron Deceiving Rhysand Rhys A Court Of Mist And Fury Tamlin Lucien Spring Court

Book:A Court of Mist and Fury

Source: A Court of Mist and Fury

“The painting looks beautiful.' 'It's nowhere near done,' I said, dredging up that girl who had shunned praise and compliments, who had wanted to go unnoticed. 'It's still a mess.' Frankly, it was some of my best work, even if it's soullessness was only apparent to me. 'I think we all are,' Tamlin offered with a tentative smile. I reined in the urge to roll my eyes, and returned his smile, brushing my hand over his shoulder as I passed.”

Painting Mess Sarah J Maas Feyre Feyre Archeron Deceiving Tamlin Smiling A Court Of Wings And Ruin Soullessness

Book:A Court of Wings and Ruin

Source: A Court of Wings and Ruin

“Hope is the medicine when there isn't any cure.”

Hope Healing Depression Survival Mental Health Trauma Resilience Recovery Chronic Pain Invisible Illness

Book:Living Colorful Beauty

Source: Living Colorful Beauty

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