What is courage without risk... It wouldn’t really be courage, would it?
Books are like bound dreams waiting to be released
There is no place for innocence on the battlefield.
Blood was the mortar that cemented the kingdom
Darkness gives free rein to the mind's worst imaginings
What good is a secret if it remains a secret ... Secrets are meant to be discovered...
True beauty cannot fail to move the beholder
Some trees are too deeply rooted to move … And if they are uprooted, they will die…
There is no treasure like the human heart.
Familiarity makes the lion more dangerous.
Even in prosperous times the living robbed the dead
It is the dirt within men’s hearts that is most offensive; the filth you cannot see.
Hate engenders loneliness and despair
There is nothing more painful than the untimely death of someone young and dear to the heart. The harrowing grief surges from a bottomless well of sorrow, drowning the mourner in a torrent of agonizing pain; an exquisite pain that continues to afflic...
The heart’s capacity to love is infinite
Survival was more than the preservation of life. It was tenacity in the face of ruin, an unbroken resolve in the midst of defeat, a glimmer of hope in the maelstrom, and peace despite the wreckage.
This world is all vanity. It is a tempest hurling us from one sorrow to another.
Suffering is the fire by which love is tested.
It is not triumph which defines a man, but tragedy. Triumph always brings out the best in men, but tragedy shows us what we are made of.
Sometimes you just have to trust your instincts; it may be all you have to trust.