It's said a friend is a person who walks in when everyone else walks out.

He knew what it was like to love one who did not--or could not--love you back. But he'd had no choice. None of them did.

we laughed until we had to cry, we loved until we said goodbye.

Schuyler put a gentle hand on Abbadon's feathered extensions, feeling the majestic power underneath their silky weight. She had been frightened once, to see him in this light, but now that she saw his terrifying face, she found it beautiful.

She nodded... and was about to turn away. Then, as if she thought better of it, she reached out and grabbed his arm. "Jack." "Yes?" "I. . ." she faltered. She knew what she wanted to tell him, but she couldn't bring herself to say the words. It turned out she didn't have to. Jack put a hand to his heart and nodded. "I feel the same way about you.

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

A picture is worth a thousand texts.