A mage's soul is forged in the crucible of the magic

His love for her was a gift he gave her daily, expecting nothing in return. He walked at her side, his love for her a torch to guide her footsteps along the dark path she walked.

Be the hero of your own life. Don't let somebody else play that role. (Vasu)

its like you said? i lead my people-" forth!" zifnab carried on enthusiastically! " out of eygpt! out of bondage! across the desert! pillar of fire-" desert?" lenthan looked anxious again. "fire? i thought we were going to the stars!" sorry. wrong script" zifnab said

I wanted to tell her that sometimes, in my long sleep, I dreamt of her

Words can never fully say what we want them to say, for they fumble, stammer, and break the best porcelain. The best one can hope for is to find along the way someone to share the path, content to walk in silence, for the heart communes best when it does not try to speak.

Great gandalfs ghost! if he had a ghost. i doubt it. he was such a snob.