A curve of silver hung amid the brighter specks; it looked to me like a curved dagger, pretty but deadly, as if it might slice the sky in two.

You don’t need to be afraid of falling // when there’s someone around to catch you.

For peace to take hold, one person must first stop fighting.

I want to drag you off and hide you away,” he whispered. “Why?” “I always knew you were beautiful, but now everyone else will too. I won’t be able to keep other boys away from you, and it’ll make me crazy.

I’m as forgiving as the wall you hit at two hundred kilometers an hour.

Nobility and self-sacrifice sound wonderful in theory, but now he’s seen how it feels. A dead hero is still dead at the end of the day, and you’re still alone.

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