You must draw from that strength. You must increase it. And you must hold on to it because sometimes that small glimmer of inner strength is all that we have to help us press forward through the darkness.
If every mortal looks at others as their friends, not as their enemies, the world would be a much better place, wouldn’t it?
One could get bored even with beauty when one was constantly surrounded by it.
After having grown up surrounded by so much manufactured beauty, Amara had come to want something different. Something that wasn’t necessarily beautiful. Something imperfect, interesting, and perhaps even ugly.
Evil is a choice one makes, not a natural state of being.
But there was nothing else she could be right now except strong.
I believe we make our own destinies, every last one of us.
You must continue to believe with all your heart. Sometimes belief is all if takes to make something real.
My grief has burrowed into me like a dark thing that eats away at my life.
Later, they also found a camp of outlaws who, when offered the chance to join the rebel ranks, unsheathed their daggers and threatened to cut the three into tiny, bloody pieces and eat them for dinner. They too that as a firm no.
Memories of one’s past are tainted. There are no truths to be found in them.
I believe in magic. In evil sorceresses who deep down are really beautiful princesses. I believe in immortals who live in a different world than this one, accessible by magical stone wheels.
All magic comes with a price. A price that is never revealed until after the damage has been done.
Magic will find those with pure heats, even when all seems lost. And love is the greatest magic of all. I know this to be true.
I haven’t believed in magic because I don’t believe in anything that I haven’t seen with my own eyes. Therefore, I must go to Paelsia as soon as I can and learn the truth for myself
Magic will find those with pure hearts, even when all seems lost.
Hate is a strong emotion. Much more stronger than indifference. But those who burn with hate can also love just as intensely.
Hatred is like fire. It burns the one who harnesses it. It’s also extremely hard to see more helpful truths through its flames.
Lies can make harsh truths less painful. But I believe pain is essential for growth.
I don’t really like lies. I prefer to tell the truth whenever possible. It’s much easier to keep track of.
Then his heart, now broken into a thousand pieces, slowly began to turn to ice.
Even in the darkest and most cruel person, there is still a kernel of good. and within the most perfect champion, there is also darkness. The question is, will one give into the dark or the light?
Tears aren’t just for babies. They’re proof that you feel something and aren’t afraid to show it. It’s those that won’t ever allow themselves to cry that are the weak ones.
Love is stronger than anger. Love is stronger than hate – stronger than anything.
You don’t cry when someone pushes you down. You get up. You get up and you fight back. And pretty soon nobody’s going to shove you anymore because they’ll see it’s not worth it.
I have stories. But stories are not facts.”I like stories. Love them, actually. Most of the time they’re better than facts.
I love you, Cleo,” he said, the words finally coming to him, with no effort at all because of how true they were. “I love you so much it hurts.”Her eyes widened. “What did you just say?”Magnus almost laughed. “I think you heard me right.
She was his princess. No. She was his goddess. With her golden skin and golden hair. She was his light. His life. His everything.He loved her more than anything else in this world.
The fire that hollows us out is what allows us to be filled with strength and power where before there was none.
You’re the same as you were yesterday and the day before. Nothing has changed. Not really. Forget what troubles you. Regret nothing, but learn from any mistakes you make. Tomorrow will be a brighter day, I promise.
Our scars are like the rings in a tree trunk, showing its progress through life. How we heal and move forward through adversity . . . that is what makes the difference.
Sometimes, to regain sanity, one had to acknowledge and embrace the madness.
Some victories didn’t taste as sweet as they should
f you want something,” Tomas had always said “you have to take it. Because nobody’s ever going to give it to you. Remember that, little brother.
She could think of no other reason for this boy to continue to visit her if not to use her in some way.