The soul is the immortal part of us. It recycles, over and over again from what I've seen, but it never dies. We're meant to strive beyond the physical world, not... not settle for it and only it.
Alyson NoelThe other side of midnight’s hour strikes a herald thrice rung Seer, Shadow, Sun—together they come Sixteen winters hence—the light shall be eclipsed Leaving darkness to ascend beneath a sky bleeding fire
Alyson NoelNo: What the heck happened? Or: Why did you go from nearly kissing me to tossing me across your yard and into the patio furniture?
Alyson Noel