Humble Simple And True Novels & Stories

His eyes were closed and a calmness descended on his face, the way gardening relaxes some people. “And that’s it?” It didn’t sound so bad “It is not as easy as you think. A true druid must allow his very being to mingle with the bugs and insects that crawl through the grass. You are no better than the worm who works diligently to pass mud through its digestive tract. And no worse. You must be humble. Are you humble?” “Yes,” I said. “No one’s more humble than me. I’m the undisputed humble world champion.” He didn’t look amused. “You must discard pleasures of the flesh.”

Only truth. finally becoming undeniable.

They couldn't believe the daughter they were so proud of would do something so… filthy and immoral. George was shaking in rage. He stepped ahead, trying to confront Zack, but he shoved George into the shoe cabinet. "Ms. Sampson's villa doesn't let homeless people in. I can't believe you're her father-in-law. Look at you. Even a homeless guy wears better than you." Zack scoffed. Mockery was oozing from his tone. George was groaning in pain, and color was draining from his face. I held him and called the maid to help us out. This was an emergency.

Create logic that no one can reject. Not ever again. Beg for a place to be understood. Humble is being kind. Humble is not to beg right away. Get yourself accepted by your mind, by your deeds. Not any other way. Not any other way. You put reasons in your mind. Think better each day. You improve. That’s sports for you. Play it each day. No other sports playing or watching is real in any way. Amen. You do not count your words. You value them. You say. You speak to be heard. Don’t beg for a better place in hearts. You win your space. You win your place.

“If you say yes now, for the low low price of just $9.99 for nine installments, I will double your order.” “How are you going to double a swimming pool and a personal chef?” Kat asked, crossing her arms. “You have a good point,” he conceded. He leaned forward and kissed her lips. It was short, but tantalizing. “But I’m sure I can come up with something. I am a billionaire after all.”

‎ ‎Lines they didn’t cross. ‎But almost did. ‎And soon, she realized, almost would no longer be enough. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

Never have I heard her complain about anything. She is so simple, so perfect. Sweet, kind, caring, and trusting. ‘’Fuck,’’ I say out loud, knowing that there is truly no turning back. I force my mind to concentrate on work.

"I assist you because of your will to fight." "What do you mean?" "You said that you didn’t care about this world, didn’t you? But you just keep going, why?" "I just want to live with them." "Exactly. All humans are hypocrites. They do have goodwill while actually, it is just a mask of their despicable deeds. No one has a pure heart and I loathe those who try to hide it. Yet, you are just different, Your Highness, you do have a despicable soul and you don’t even try to hide it."

Not the performance of honesty — the practice of it, the daily choosing to say the true thing and to be the true thing, the interior given the correct location in the architecture of the self rather than filed under the bed. He thought about the simplest version said in January on a Sunday morning. He thought: the simplest version is the most honest version. The bones shown. I love you. Three words. The structure is visible. He thought about the Farrow house and the east window and the morning arriving before the day had assembled itself. He thought about the intimate register — the private morning before the shared day. He thought about the honest room at its most private form, the east bed

True love is not based on the righteousness of a person but on how true and honest they are and how much they are willing to do to accommodate you. The lives of Ayana and Adam had so many storms from the start, but they conquered them all because they knew that the price was worth all the sacrifices. *****************************THE END*********************************