Gillman smiles, in the cold manner of an assassin. It's like looking in the mirror.
A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.
. . and I imagine that, though cold and haughty in her general demeanor, and even exacting in her requirements, she has strong affections for those who can reach them . . .
It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow. What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood! One would say milk-colored maidens are dancing on the petals of orchids. How co...
I'm pretty lost in becoming all this frost. Bitter, like Winter. Strung-out like a string of pearls.
I'm falling apart, one part after another. Falling down on the world like snow. Half of me is already on the ground, watching from below.
SUICIDE... Is to have the freedom to choose, when, where and how to die.
I'm not afraid to dieno today . . . maybe tomorrow.But I'll not dieno today . . . maybe tomorrow.Tomorrow I will go awayfrom this life that I've just borrowed!
Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear
Spring can still be felteven if you lay under the bedFrozen heart can meltin coldness when wintry love misled
fear of change is like standing under a hot shower and knowing the moment you'll turn it off you'll be freezing cold
