What is fear but courage's shadow?
There is as much deception in noise as there is in silence
It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.
Even a stunted tree reaches for sunlight.
And for a price, I will pretend absolutely nothing.
Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.