We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike.
All exiles carry a map within them that points the way homeward.
Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you’re sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heart’s a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces all at once?” “Mm-hmm.” He finished his ale. “That would be love.
To have a traitor for an ally is to have an enemy in waiting
Are you a minor character in my tale, or am I a lesser figure in yours?
Happiness is the highest form of wisdom.