Patience and wisdom walk hand in hand, like two one-armed lovers.
God gave us the gift of life. It is the most precious gift ever. To be unarmed is to be helpless to protect that gift; that is outright irresponsible.
I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. This is why right, temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant.
Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do. Especially if the target is unprepared.
I pull my foot back again, but Four's hands clamp around my arms, and he pulls me away from her with irresistible force. I breathe through gritted teeth, staring at Molly's blood-covered face, the color deep and rich and beautiful, in a way. She groans, and I hear a gurgling in her throat, watch blood trickle from her lips. "You won," Four mutters. "Stop." I wipe the sweat from my forehead. He stares at me. His eyes too wide; they look alarmed. "I think you should leave," he says. "Take a walk." I'm fine," I say. "I'm fine now," I say again, this time for myself. I wish I could say I felt guilty for what I did. I don't.
In Einstein's theory of relativity the observer is a man who sets out in quest of truth armed with a measuring-rod. In quantum theory he sets out with a sieve.
We have no government armed with power capable of contending with human passions unbridled by morality and religion. Avarice, ambition, revenge or gallantry would break the strongest cords of our Constitution as a whale goes through a net. Our Constitution is designed only for a moral and religious people. It is wholly inadequate for any other.
She sighed, annoyed at her restlessness. “So,†she said, disrupting Wolf in another backward glance. “Who would win in a fight—you or a pack of wolves?†He frowned at her, all seriousness. “Depends,†he said, slowly, like he was trying to figure out her motive for asking. “How big is the pack?†“I don’t know, what’s normal? Six?†“I could win against six,†he said. “Any more than that and it could be a close call.†Scarlet smirked. “You’re not in danger of low self-esteem, at least.†“What do you mean?†“Nothing at all.†She kicked a stone from their path. “How about you and … a lion?†“A cat? Don’t insult me.†She laughed, the sound sharp and surprising. “How about a bear?†“Why, do you see one out there?†“Not yet, but I want to be prepared in case I have to rescue you.†The smile she’d been waiting for warmed his face, a glint of white teeth flashing. “I’m not sure. I’ve never had to fight a bear before.