Don't you understand that wanting does not belong here, because that is what wounds, and there is never an end to it.

The mirror had broken into millions of pieces and the wind blew them all over the world. If a person got a speck in their eye, the person would only see the ugly side of things from then on, but if a piece got in their blood and it reached their heart, it would freeze into a solid block of ice and they couldn't feel anything anymore

The very shape of our dreams defines us. We learn about the world and try out our thoughts and visions in them. Our dreams goad us and drive us and summon and sustain us and when we are old they comfort us. Magic is a kind of dream, and love is a dream, and hope is a dream. Without our dreams, there is no sweetness, no purpose to life.

Cracks especially. You have to be careful of the cracks.. Sometimes they are disguised as something else. A doorway, or a smile or even a winking eye. And if you fall through them, you never know were you will end up.

Only humans think death is evil. But it is nature. Evil exist's only in life. There is much good and evil alloted to each life.

If she is afraid of mirrors she is afraid of herself.

Impatience is not the least of your faults, Malik, it is a kind of greed and someday it may see you undone.