Pug nodded. ‘What do you fear the most?’ Nicholas thought a long moment. ‘Of not being as good as I should be.
Robert had taught him to keep his thoughts in the present or near future, for as Robert had told him, To dwell in the past is to live in regret.
Some loves come unbidden like winds from the sea, and others grow from the seeds of friendship.
The past can be a terrible weight bound to you by an unbreakable chain. You can drag it with you, forever looking over your shoulder at what holds you back. Or you can let it go and move forward. It’s...
Tragic to kill a friend in battle by mistake when there are so many enemies to go around.
We saw what we saw. Whether it was a place or a vision in our mind, it doesn’t matter. We must act upon what we experienced, so to that end, yes, it was real.’ ‘Now?
Whatever displeasure she felt was openly voiced, and quickly resolved, by either compromise or one partner’s acceptance of the other’s intractability.
A cloud of pulsating light, it enveloped
The sound of old winter ice breaking at spring’s touch,
Knew the futility of agonizing over why things had transpired as they had. What could have happened, did.
But should you ever come to a time when you need to say something upon my behalf, say this, 'The last truth is that there is no magic.
He stood staring at the water as it rippled and calmed. It was the only thing Daylon could see that wasn’t covered in death; all around him, the mud of the battlefield was awash in piss, shit, and blo...
Knowing what things are not is often as important as knowing what they are.
Life is problems. Living is solving problems.
Never underestimate the human capacity for stupid, illogical, and petty behaviour.
Some love comes like a wind off the sea, while others grow slowly from the seeds of friendship and kindness.
The first love is the difficult love.
The sun had burned off whatever morning fog and low clouds had gripped the city, and now a glorious fall day was upon them. Warm sunlight caressed his face as cool ocean breezes carried the sound of g...
We are the music makers, We are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams— World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: We are the move...
What you remember, it’s real. It doesn’t matter how accurate your memory of something is, it is real to you. What you perceive as reality is reality.
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