Heroes only come in three kinds:dead, damaged or dubious.
Men reveal what they think when they look away, and what they feel when they hesitate. With women, it's the other way around
hate has no literature: real fear and real hate have no words
Whatever you do, in the privacy of your own rain shower, is your own business
Some things are just so sad that only your soul can do the crying for you.
Nothing ever fits the palm so perfectly, or feels so right, or inspires so much protective instinct as the hand of a child