The freedom of birds is an insult to me.
I will do what I promised." He whispered. "No matter what. I will not send you into the darkness alone.
You either stick or you quit. And I wouldnt quit you I dont care what you done.
Maybe. Anyway, some men get what they want. No man. Or perhaps only briefly so as to lose it. Or perhaps only to prove to the dreamer that the world of his longing made real is no longer that world at all.
But there are no absolutes in human misery and things can always get worse
Not all dying words are true and this blessing is no less real for being shorn of its ground.