You may be your own best helper, if you choose the right path.
Trust can be a hard lesson; hope still more difficult.
What I do . . . the path I tread . . . it brings some choices that test me hard.
More like some small, fierce bird of prey, something with a sharp bite. An owl perhaps, that speaks only when the rest of the world sleeps. Jenny will do well enough.
I like the truth, even when it does trouble me.
He was sitting not far away, watching me, and I surprised a smile on his face, the first real smile I had ever seen him give, a smile that curved and softened the tight mouth, and warmed the ice-cool eyes; a smile that brought the blood to my face and made my heart turn over.