Call it anything else if you will—fear, anxiety, nervousness, sweating—but “shyness” is the historic word for it.
I belong to no one. On this night, I swear to you that I will rise above everything you’ve ever taught me. I will become a force that this world has never known. I will come into such power that none will dare hurt me again.
The thickest sweats produce the sweetest life. A hard work surely brings unheard happiness. Dig up your gold.
Both tears and sweat are salty. but none of them are faulty. the tears can get you somewhere, the sweat will make you only wet.
I get that. For you, it’s more than following a bunch of rules—no sex, no booze, no swear words, pray every night and twice on Sunday.
This was true, she knew. Being involved with him gave her the privileged position of knowing him intimately. There were nights when he would wake up sweating, the nightmares returning out of the blue after a peaceful period sometimes weeks long. Growing up in the middle of a fierce civil war could indelibly mark a child. To Mykl, birthdays were always just another year under the belt, where the only reason to celebrate was that you weren’t dead yet. She took his hand, squeezed it tight and led him inside.