Cold be night, cold be heart; I shall forever sit in dark, Until one day ride at Flight Against armies of Thalorion For last fight….
The days hardened with cold and boredom like last year's loaves of bread. One began to cut them with blunt knives without appetite, with a lazy indifference.
But he'll never be fully recognised, because Scots literature these days is all about complaining and moaning and being injured in one's soul.
One winter morning Peter woke up and looked out the window. Snow had fallen during the night. It covered everything as far as he could see.
One marvel of a day he had walked so far that when he returned the moon was high and full and all the world was purple shadow and silver.
War? One can lose oneself in the joy of battle, in fighting for a glorious cause, but there are not many glorious causes for which to fight these days.
One day, when you are sitting with my sister, Mahgen, around a fire, and you're feeling how perfectly right it is to be next to her, this moment, this tease of desire between us, will be long forgotten.
Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.” "Be patient and tough; one day this pain will be useful to you.
For one entire day I let his kiss burn on my cheek and into my blood and I don't push the memory away... This kiss, these words, they feel like beginning.
The stars were only sparks of the fire which devoured us. Should that fire die out one day, there would be nothing left in the sky but dead stars, dead eyes.
You should visit the Palatine. It's at the top of that hill . . ." "I know where the Palatine is, Dexter, I was visiting Rome before you were born." "Yes, who was emperor back then?
Letters, like compilation tapes, were really vehicles for unexpressed emotions and she was clearly putting far too much time and energy into them.
If you're my friend I should be able to talk to you but I can't, and if I can't talk to you, well, what is the point of you? Of us?
I'm just not prepared to be treated like this anymore.' 'Treated like what?' She sighed, and it was a moment before she spoke. 'Like you always want to be somewhere else, with someone else.
Their friendship was like a wilted bunch of flowers that she insisted on topping up with water. Why not let it die instead? It was unrealistic to expect a friendship to last forever…
The sociopaths, that's the real problem. The whole street demeanor is about pretending to be a sociopath as well, so that the real ones can't find you.
If just one of [those people] experiences life as a crazy adventure--and I mean that he, or she, experiences this every single day... Then he or she is a joker in a pack of cards.
Sometimes I think I won't ever feel safe until I can count my last days on one hand.
It was one of those happy days that God grants us sometimes on earth to give us an idea of the bliss of heaven.
Maybe there's a way out of the cage where you live Maybe one these days you can let the light in Show me...how BIG your BRAVE is!
I see that a man cannot give himself up to drinking without being miserable one-half his days and mad the other.
