You must continue to believe with all your heart. Sometimes belief is all if takes to make something real.
Even in the darkest and most cruel person, there is still a kernel of good. and within the most perfect champion, there is also darkness. The question is, will one give into the dark or the light?
Love is stronger than anger. Love is stronger than hate - stronger than anything.
I have stories. But stories are not facts.' 'I like stories. Love them, actually. Most of the time they're better than facts.
My grief has burrowed into me like a dark thing that eats away at my life.
Hate is such a strong emotion. Much more powerful than indifference. But those who burn with hate can also love just as intensely. Can't they? When you hate--or --do you do so with all your heart? So much that it feels as if you might die from it?
But perhaps a heart takes experience and time to harden.
Then his heart, now broken into a thousand pieces, slowly began to turn to ice.
Magic will find those with pure hearts, even when all seems lost.
You're the same as you were yesterday and the day before. Nothing has changed. Not really. Forget what troubles you. Regret nothing, but learn from any mistakes you make. Tomorrow will be a brighter day, I promise.
You must draw from that strength. You must increase it. And you must hold on to it because sometimes that small glimmer of inner strength is all that we have to help us press forward through the darkness.
You don't cry when someone pushes you down. You get up. You get up and you fight back. And pretty soon nobody's going to shove you anymore because they'll see it's not worth it.
Hatred is like fire. It burns the one who harnesses it. It's also extremely hard to see more helpful truths through its flames.
Magnus had come to a horrible realization. One that he knew would cause him nothing but pain and suffering from that day forward. But there was no changing the truth of it. He had fallen in love with her.
Her cerulean eyes widened. "You dream about me?" His gaze snapped back to hers. "Nightmares only
She could think of no other reason for this boy to continue to visit her if not to use her in some way.
Evil is a choice one makes, not a natural state of being.
There was no hope in death, only an end.
I believe we make our own destinies, every last one of us.
I think most are too afraid to see the truth.
