Make them care, Mattie,' she said softly. 'And don't you ever be sorry.' -Emily Wilcox

The world goes on, stupid and brutal, but I do not. Can't you see? I do not.

I've always admired your rather formidable will, your refusal to back away from difficulties, but sometimes strength isn't about perseverance. Sometimes it's about knowing when to quit.

Turn away. From the darkness, the madness, the pain. Open your eyes and look at the light.

Namaste. It was a Nepalese greeting. It meant: The light within me bows to the light within you.

Her grey eyes sparkled with passion as she spoke. Sid looked into them and for a second he glimpsed her soul. He saw what she was - fierce and brave. Upright. Impatient. And good. So good that she would sit covered in gore, shout at dangerous men, and keep a long, lonely vigil - all to save the likes of him. He realized she was a rare creature, as rare as a rose in winter.

I have done this—made the sad prince laugh. Made his grieving parents smile. None but me. Think you only kings have power? Stand on a stage and hold the hearts of men in your hands. Make them laugh with a gesture, cry with a word. Make them love you. And you will know what power is.