Life is nothing without a little chaos to make it interesting.
A story isn't a charcoal sketch, where every stroke lies on the surface to be seen. It's an oil painting, filled with layers that the author must uncover so carefully to show its beauty.
I ask for trust. It is a lot, I know; it isn't easy to give. But it is all I ask.
I'm standing in a slaughterhouse where the cattle are begging to become hamburgers. I have a right to be jumpy.
In a society that worships love, freedom and beauty, dance is sacred, It is a paryer for the future, a remembrance of the past and a joyful exclamation of thanks for the present.
What one person does, several people usually consider.
White pill, blue pill, yellow pill, purple pill; its like swallowing a rainbow every bedtime.
Only love can break a heart into so many pieces.
-Risika(In The Forest Of The Night)
Live it well and this life can be grand.
Insanity makes the rivers flow.
Those who cannot be aggressive are hunted down while they shiver and hide because the night is dark.
Only in our darkest hour do we find the light. Humans are destructive by nature. The world is lacking balance. Terrors are beginning to triumph over the simple joys. Stand back and watch, because you're going to be here when we fall.
My prayer is simple my dear one, my dear one. May you never need understand. My prayer is for peacetime, my child, my child. Live it well and this life can be grand.
You speak of giving up my dreams. Have you ever, since Maeve's coven split, had a dream? Have you ever had anything worth dying for?
The question then is, how much are you willing to give?"
And I answered, "Anything."
A breath later, Zane echoed my response with, "Everything.
The night is full of mystery. Even when the moon is brightest, secrets hide everywhere. Then the sun rises and its rays cast so many shadows that the day creates more illusion than all the veiled truth of the night.
Aubrey's voice when he answered was soft. "I'm one of the reasons they wouldn't dare.
We are not.
We never were; we never shall be. We return to the void we never, for mehay is the center of all, and all is the center of nothing.
What could a mortal say to the merciless Fate?
I forced myself to my feet. was the traditional end to a prayer. By the will of Fate.
"" I whispered defiantly.
Bywill.
No one can make you a victim but yourself.
