Pride goeth before the fall....but you've already fallen, haven't you?
He didn't slam the door, didn't rage, didn't weep, he simply left.
Happiness is a choice.
[Keenan] 'What am I going to do?' He sank to the floor. [Donia] 'Hope that some of us are kinder to you than you've been to us,' she whispered. Then, before she could soften again, she walked away and left the Summer King kneeling in her foyer.
Discord says it's a good idea. That's comforting.
Creative vision creates art" - he motioned around the gallery - "that shows the rest of the world a new angle. That's beautiful thing." "Or some sort of madness", she said.