It’s a never ending dream for everyone it seems, to find again what was once precious and has been lost.

From now until eternity meets its end, you will walk by faith and not by sight.

Man, Sub-creator, the refracted Lightthrough whom is splintered from a single Whiteto many hues, and endlessly combinedin living shapes that move from mind to mind.

A true leader is not meant to be greeted with unanimous praise by his people. A leader is meant to be questioned, to be suspect, to be hated. If he is not, then one can...

The wyvern swooped, but it was not to rend and tear but rather to bank and stare with one curious beady eye at the bodies of the minds that had touched hers in a way...

There was blood on the hair of his chinny chin chin.

If a lioness spends her hours pacing back and forth in a cage of gold with the finest meats at her disposal, does that make her any less of a prisoner? If that same feline’s...

Todo o reino de Fantasia assenta-se sobre alicerces de sonhos esquecidos.” A História Sem Fim(The whole kingdom of Fantasy sits upon foundations of forgotten dreams – Endless Story).

Erano stati vanesi ed egoisti, persino Cam. Ma ora tutto ciò non aveva più importanza perché non era rimasto niente, tranne loro, tranne gli Dèi Bianchi che avanzavano sullaterra in cerca di qualcosa che non...

Can you see the power emotion has to distort out outlook? Makes you wonder, did you have a bad day, or did you make it a bad day?

♫ Climbed that roost, alighted right there. Made mush of his head for the onlooker bears.A two-pronger her prize, a meat most rare. Do-gooders will pay. Do-gooders will fear. ♫

Before I fix the world, I have to fix myself.

Be satisfied in your ignorance for there is no safety in knowledge.

We share a bond. We do everything together. We have a piece of strong, invisible thread connecting us. It’s indestructible – it can never be broken. The thread is the key item that links us...

Affection is when we can’t find any flaws in the other. Maybe I could if I really wanted to, but I don’t want to, I accept you as you are.

The dead worry the living because their silence reminds us how little the great comedies and tragedies in our lives matter and how little the universe would care if we’d never lived at all.” —...

Listen Nosferatu , you better get your claws off me now, or I’m going to go Buffy on your undead ass.

He is the one pocket of warmth in a sea of ice.

Acaso por ley natural o regla del destino, todo hecho que adquiere alguna trascendencia tiende a repetirse.” (Zettel – Filosofía de los gatos)

He would never forget her. The distance he forced had done nothing to soothe his aching soul. It had done nothing to diminish that she was his. He tried to deny it at first, thinking...

the illusion that power lies within the hands of the common man is more important than legitimate efficiency within the government.

Le tre lune erano sempre ben visibili ai suoi occhi, e la ragazza non poteva fare a meno di fissarle, come se fossero proprio loro a trattenere il suo sguardo, a invogliarla a non distoglierlo

I closed my eyes and dived into foreign water.

Kammy could see the palace built into the cliff face. It was a majestic construction. Its white walls stretched up into a cluster of turrets and towers. Its façade was broken by gigantic windows that...

All his senses screamed in warning, the very air reeking of forbidden magic, but duty call him forward.

Would you like me to put you out of your misery, before I put you out of your misery?

Does it make you brave to stick your hand in a bear’s mouth? Would you do it again just because you didn’t die?

Go and you will see that nothing is as wonderful as our dreams can make it

This was a Darkness born of fire.

The mind that thought of light, heavy, grey, yellow, still, swift, also conceived of magic that would make heavy things light and be able to fly, turn grey lead into yellow gold, and the still...

Woe is the mind of the common man, so easily controlled by the prospect of an ambition never to be truly attained. This is what tyrants live on and by what commoners are blissfully burdened...

Here grew willows and alders, their trunks twisted like giants’ sinews. Around them bark lichen bloomed blue-white in the darkness. It felt like a good place, where there was old magic.

She buried her face into his neck, hiding her tears―and her fears, for though the Lor of Zeria was resisting her advances with valiant chivalry, that within her trembling hand was completely without honor.

The king is dead. Long live the queen.

When everything is said and done, the only thing that really matters is the quality of the soul you build during the life you’re given.

The ego of a god, the wit of a goldfish.

The pendulum swings between Light and Darkness

There goes the world’s wimpiest vampire.

there are some some times in life where you have to let your feelings go and do what must be done

Dua kebaikan yang berbeda tidak mungkin berada pada satu intesitas yang sama. Sesederhana itu.

I was slightly thankful when Mom finally came out and unlocked the car. It was warm and toasty inside and it smelt like home. There was not the slightest smell of something that didn’t belong...

I never liked the influence of others when it came to feelings. I rather went through the painful process of analyzing everything half to death.

Do You Believe?

eriously, Drew. What kind of Vampire are you? You spend most of your eternal life pretending to be human – and miserably, I might add, while constantly being ashamed of what you really are. Okay,...

Fantasy stories work because the writer has interwoven bits and pieces of reality with imagination to form a personal vision.

Describir es explicar algo de forma detallada y ordenada. La descripción puede ser completa o incompleta, pero nunca puede ser contradictoria. Estas definiciones no son válidas cuando no hay orden preestablecido en el objeto observado....

When we get there, don’t go in huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf.

Animals do not respect their master’s brother, but they do respect their brothers as masters.

Si possono cancellare i ricordi, forse, ma ciò che abbiamo vissuto ritorna sempre a tormentarci, in una forma o nell’altra

I could have drowned…and my brother didn’t even care.