Am I still the same Alice? Or have I become a better or worse one?”“Yes,” was the caterpillar’s reply.“Yes, to what?”“It doesn’t matter.
Don’t ever lose your smile. Don’t ever let anything take away the joy from your laugh. You never know when the taste of laughter on the tongue or the scent of happiness in the air might save one’s life.
When your freedom depends on the death of an innocent, it haunts you forever,’ Red thought empathetically. ‘Even if you couldn’t save them anyway.
Everything is going to change. We just need to see how those changes are going to play out, for better or worse.
I will always believe in you. And that’s more powerful than memory.
They call what we went through a problem, an experience, a dream… but we know that it’s much more than that.
I find it difficult to trust my eyes. Things are never what they seem.
Sometimes the good memories are just as painful as the bad ones.
Bravery wasn’t in protecting myself from everything, it was in daring to trust, daring to love, daring to be me. Sometimes being brave meant letting go.
Stories help us remember what we never want to forget.
But home did not seem the right word for it. It hadn’t quite been home for years. Not like it used to be.
She finally understood why the monsters in the Forest always seemed to smile. Beasts only bared their teeth as a warning before they attack.
I may forget myself, but you I could never forget.
Even the bravest of us loath war, and those who long for it are the most dangerous.
A monster, some called her. But in the shadows, only said in whispers, she was an angel in red.
Neither of us could stay within an enclosed cage for long.
When your worst demon is yourself, no one can use it against you.
But don’t we all deserve a chance before we’re judged?
Blood, sweat, and tea, sister! That’s what it takes to achieve all great and terrible things.
Can we at least avoid the cannibals? I prefer not to vomit when screaming for my life.