We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike.
A little truth seasons a lie like salt.
It's funny how despair can soon become an old companion
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.
Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear
If you will not die for us, you cannot ask us to die for you.