“no more to you at this time, my own darling, but that with wish i would we were together an evening.”
“but i wish you in my arms, that i might a little dispel your unreasonable thoughts.”
Life doesn't give you many of these opportunities. My advice? Seize it, mold it, and make it everything you want it to be.
“The quirky things that make you different are what make you beautiful.”
An Iron child in these woods should have no more pride than a mouse, no more courage than a rabbit. But you have your eyes on the future. You stare only at your goal far away, so you miss the traps before your feet.
"Does it hurt?" asked the rabbit.
"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."
To him he was always beautiful and that was all the little Rabbit cared about. He didn't mind how he looked to other people, because the nursery mgic had made him Real, and when you are Real shabbiness doesn't matter.
“I think we need another gun,” Lofty said. “Thorne, old boy, you have no weapon.”
Thorne flashed a dark look at Lofty. “I am the weapon.”
