If you have good friends, no matter how much life is sucking , they can make you laugh.
Remember, darkness does not always equate to evil, just as light does not always bring good.
I seek strength, not to be greater than other, but to fight my greatest enemy, the doubts within myself
It’s not just a sunset; it’s a moonrise too.
Night can’t cloak your scarlet dream. Accept Desire’s call.
Battle scars from the war of good versus evil have a unique beauty all their own.
Give me strength, not to be better than my enemies, but to defeat my greatest enemy, the doubts within myself. Give me strength for a straight back and clear eyes, so when life fades, as the setting sun, my spirit may come to you without shame.
Gender preference does not define you. Your spirit defines you.
Ignorance breeds fear and hatred.
There were worse things than dying, and those worse things happened to the people you left behind.
Within chaos lies opportunity.
Arrayed in a new body another mother may someday give birth so that with stronger limbs and brighter mind the old soul shall take the road to earth again.
Choose battles that you can win without losing your heart and your soul.
Darkness is not always bad, just as light is not always good.
Life isn’t a book. There’s no guarantee of a happy ending.
Light always underestimates the viciousness of Darkness
Pain was good. If I hurt, it meant I wasn’t dead.
Shaunee was digging in her purse like she’d misplaced a tube of one of MAC’s seasonal lipsticks that you buy and fall in love with AND THEN THEY DISCONTINUE IT BECAUSE THEY REALLY HATE US AND WANT US TO BE CRAZY.
A heart’s a hard thing to live without. I should know. I’ve tried it,” he said.
Evil will win if good people do nothing.
You and I are bound. We will be each other’s salvation, or each other’s doom.
Your way of life is sinful and wrong,” he said fiercely. Thus says a man who admits to worshipping a God who vilifies pleasure, relegates women to roles that are little more than servants and broodmares, though they are the backbone of your church, and seeks to control his worshippers through guilt and fear.
I want to be a Huntress when I grow up!” shouted a voice from the throng. Kyna rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You can’t be a Huntress, Liam. You’re not a centaur and you’re not a female.
Because you are the superhero fledgling. I’m just your more attractive sidekick. Oh, and the herd of nerds are your dorky minions.
Sometimes the people closest to you betray you, and your home isn’t a place you can be happy anymore.