I love you. I will love you till the stars crumble, which is a less idle threat than is usual to lovers on parting.
Robin McKinleyOne keeps searching for ease, she did not say, and not finding it, till the memories of no-pain seem only like daydreams.
Robin McKinleyAll you did was sit there, he said. Why are you so tired? I sat very diligently, she said.
Robin McKinleyOne doesn't generally look into mirrors when one is especially angry; one has better things to do, like pace the floor or throw things.
Robin McKinley