Sometimes to love is easy, but to accept love is hard.
What people value in their books—and thus what they count as literature—really tells you more about them than it does about the book.
You will find no answers here, just choices.
Dying well is easy,it only takes a moment of courage. It’s living well that I couldn’t do. What’s death compared to that.
Light cannot be chained.
Love is a fragile, corruptible thing. And yet I have seen it evince a curious strength. It is beyond any comprehension Love is a weakness that once in a great while triumphs over strength.