People talk of sorrow as if it is soft, a thing of water and tears. But true sorrow is not soft. True sorrow is a thing of fire, and rock. It burns your heart, crushes your soul under the weight of mountains. It destroys, and even if you keep breathing, keep going, you die.
Laurell K. HamiltonNever trust people who smile constantly. They're either selling something or not very bright.
Laurell K. HamiltonIf I wanted death, Edward would give it to me. Because we both understand that it isn't death that we fear. It's living.
Laurell K. Hamilton