We Are Not Ourselves Mga Nobela at Kwento

Being present without demanding anything in return. "I don't know what to do with myself," I said. The words came out raw, unguarded in a way I hadn't been in months. "All this time, I've been moving. Fighting. Running. And now there's nothing left to run from. No enemy. No threat. Just—" I gestured at the empty air. "This." Adam was quiet for a moment. Then: "Maybe that's the point. Maybe now you get to find out who you are when you're not fighting."

She said. Cara shook her head again, this time with more conviction. “No, Alex. That’s not it at all. Don’t even think for a second that you’re not enough for him because you’re human. It’s what some of us want but none of us chose who we are born to be, you know.”

Which makes us the most valuable thing they have ever found and the most dangerous thing they have ever feared. They will tell you that you belong to them. They will show you things, evidence, history, claims of origin that are designed to make you doubt yourself. Don't. You don't belong to them. You never did. You belong to yourself. That's the first thing I needed you to know. Selene's jaw was tight. She thought about the Spirit Killer in the forest. They belong to us. "No," she said quietly to the page. "We don't." The second thing I needed you to know is about your power.

"Don't care and don't want to know." "Alright. However, I still like the old names. They're part of us, the real us. In a sense, it's what makes us our truer selves." "What the fuck are you talking about now?" "Our so-called identity; we don't have one. We're like a bad photocopy from a dirty original. Know what I mean?" "You high already? It looks like the 'ludes are doing the job." "Not really, But these are the shit." "I think I'm feeling it now. Whoa damn! So where're we off to?"

The freedom we are looking for is the freedom to be ourselves, to express ourselves. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A| Under the obscure sky, I took another courageous step ahead, my eyes roaming around in the opaque surroundings where I can not see a fucking thing because of the extreme darkness.

“You walk around like nothing can touch you.” “Because I don’t let what I am control me,” he said calmly. “I know the weight of it. I feel it every day. But I won’t let it decide who I get to be.” I gave a short hollow laugh. “We were told that, weren’t we? That what we are doesn’t define us. But it’s a lie, Kael. What we are can make us special or it can make us nothing. It does define us.”

"Why did we both do something so... unlike ourselves?" Alex considered the question seriously. "Maybe sometimes we need to be seen in a different way," he said finally. "Not as who we pretend to be every day, but as who we might be if we weren't so careful." His words resonated with something deep inside her. Mia set her wine glass beside his on the desk, eliminating one more barrier between them. "And who do you think I might be?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, "if I weren't so careful?"

Her legs went weak and she almost knelt in front of Anna, "But Ms. Hamilton, May I beg you for one thing? Could you not make this matter public? I've realized what I did was wrong." "But in the future, I have to go on with my life too. If other companies know about this, I won't be able to stay in Johannes City. Ms. Hamilton, please." "When did I say that you should leave?" Anna spoke calmly as she moved her mouse around with one hand. Litzy met those clear eyes and shuddered. She subconsciously asked, "What do you mean?" "You can harm others for a while, but not for a lifetime. Instead of excluding others, you'd better enhance your own strength so that you can stand firm whether in the comp

"Callixta! Simple instructions and you can't follow it properly ?! Simple instructions! Why don't you imitate your sister ?! Why didn't you inherit a bit from your Daddy ?! It's so simple Callixta! You're such a stupid child! I can't understand anymore your foolishness!" Mom,dad, the answer is also very simple ... because I am NOT my sister. I am me. I have my own desires that make me happy. I hope you can see that in the future and realize that I am different from my sister. That as you place high expectations on us, we gradually forget ourselves. We are no longer ourselves because you molded us to become strangers of our own bodies and own lives.

"Because they know who you ARE, not who you were." "But what if that's not enough?" "It will be. It has to be."