Black is the color of night. White is the true color of death

Death was just the beginning of a journey that everyone took at some point.

She could not trust herself to hope—but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on.

Time did not mean anything to those who had too much of it, but it was even more precious once it was limited.

The world in your mind is as real as the world outside of it.

Instead of fearing the future, I should live and enjoy the present, she told herself.

Jack leaped over the gate, his sword aflame. To vanquish his foe and rescue his love.