Words used carelessly, as if they did not matter in any serious way, often allowed otherwise well-guarded truths to seep through.
Thus, she had learned a romance book was fiction. A hero who truly cared for the heroine was called a fantasy.
Into the dark night Resignedly I go, I am not so afraid of the dark night As the friends I do not know, I do not fear the night above As I fear the friends below.
; grief and disappointment can takes one's faith away so easily that you might wake one morning and have none left.
...People - the ones who are left behind - desire answers. Even when we are advised from beyond the grave not to pursue them.
I'm a bad man. I need to understand the past. It illuminates the present.
The preface? Why would he waste time with the preface? Skip the preface and move on to the meat of the thing!
There is a wisdom in children, a kind of knowing, a kind of believing, that we, as adults, do not have. There is a time when a kingdom needs its children.
Danni was his reward for all the bullshit he'd gone through, the torture, the anger, hatred and the bitter loneliness. She was going to be the band-aid for his tortured soul.
...she was probably having a few murderous thoughts of her own about any woman that touched him. Good, they were making progress.
Confidence is not a wilted plant that can be brought back to life with a bit of water. It is a highly flammable object. Doubt sets it aflame and destroys it irreparably.
Annie winced. "Ooooh, you know, it's remarks like that that lead people to draw unflattering conclusions about your sanity.
Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.
I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.
Listen Nosferatu , you better get your claws off me now, or I'm going to go Buffy on your undead ass.
A picture was a motionless record of motion. An arrested representation of life. A picture was the kiss of death pretending to possess immutability.
Um, you don’t have to join me, but if you’re looking for a table, there are a couple good seats over there.” He nodded toward the far end.
Well, if you can accept that I’m a great big geeky fangirl, then I guess I can accept that you’re a skeptic and a realist.
I suppose that means you don’t want any band-aids, either,” I said, a touch more bitterly than I’d meant to.
I know he’s a realist, he’s okay with being alone, and he helps people when he thinks no one is watching.
Rather than crying & craving for those who left our path during dark moments of our life, lets spend some time to thank them who stood and helped us to pass those dark paths.
