I’ve lost so many people. Some I left on purpose and never looked back. Some were taken from me, and I never said good-bye.

My heart should be breaking, too, but there comes a point when you’re so inured to loss that you no longer feel the lash.

He went in, lean and deadly, and ended the creature with a lightning-fast spike of his blade. It shrieked, likely altering the rest. The death call carried like a mournful song.

I'll always want him. Until every sun goes dark in every sky, until I am nothing more than long-forgotten cosmic dust, I will want him. And even then I suspect my particles will long for his.

We’re bound by chains of love, but they don’t weigh us down. Instead, they allow us to be bigger and better than we are.

People grew lazy. They knew too many blessings, and so lost the ability to appreciate what they had

Right now, I wish I’d stayed because I want you at my side. That sounds pretty selfish, but I don’t mean it that way. You just never needed me that way; I said it to you once as I was leaving—that you love me, but you don’t need me. You don’t lean. But I admire that about you, and I could use some of your strength right now.