This was what it meant to be human, to know that time moved and all things changed.
If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?
As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss.
He seemed to realize she was staring at him, because the cursing stopped. "You cut me," he said. His voice was pleasant. British. Very ordinary. He looked at his hand with critcal interest. "It might be fatal. " Tessa looked at him with wide eyes. "Are you the Magister?" He tilted his hand to the side. Blood ran down it, spattering the floor. "Dear me, massive blood loss. Death could be imminent.
Every heart has its own melody.
Life is a book and there are a thousand pages I have not yet read.
The more you try to crush your true nature, the more it will control you. Be what you are. No one who really loves you will stop.
I'm a lucky, lucky man. I mean, the people I surround myself with are so inspiration. They're so motivational and they're so dynamic and positive. You really can't stop that positive force when everything and everyone around you is so positive.
Today is Valentine's Day - or, as men like to call it, Extortion Day!
I don't like labels. I think they conceal more than they reveal, sort of like a bikini.
Yes, and when the love of life disappears, no meaning can console us.