Could he actually be my muirn beatha dan?

My face is not that expressive!

There are no coincidences. And everything means something.

David held up his hands. "Hold it. This is going nowhere. You two are both afraid, and being afraid makes you angry, and being angry makes you lash out." "Thank you, Dr. Laura," I said snippily. "I'm not afraid of her," Hunter said, like a six-year-old, and I wanted to kick him under the table. Now that I knew he was actually alive, I remembered just how unpleasant he was.

There is darkness in light, there is pain in joy, and there are thorns on the rose.

But I also meant that loving someone really opening your heart to them is just asking to have your heart smashed and handed back to you in little pieces.

What would it be like to care so little about what other people thought of you?