Farewell has a sweet sound of reluctance. Good-by is short and final, a word with teeth sharp to bite through the string that ties past to the future.
Hate cannot live alone. It must have love as a trigger, a goad, or a stimulant.
The break would never come as long as fear could turn to wrath.
A stilted heron labored up into the air and pounded down the river.
It's so much darker when a light goes out than it would have been if it had never shone.
They's times when how you feel got to be kep' to yourself.