having someone who likes you so much that they think everything you say is the truth has got to be a liar’s paradise

Panic is a sudden desertion of us, and a going over to the enemy of our imagination.

When the commonplace "We must all die" tranfors itself suddenly into the acute consciousness "I must die - and soon," then death grapples us, and his fingers are cruel; afterwards, he may come to fold us in his arms as our mother did, and our last moment of dim earthly discerning may be like the first.

If particular care and attention is not paid to the ladies, we are determined to foment a rebellion, and will not hold ourselves bound by any laws in which we have no voice, or representation.

Written By Abigail Adams

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