It Is A Blessing As

Be Still,” He Said, Voice Harsh. “i Might Not Be Able To Control Myself If You Step Away.

It Was A Brutal Picture, A Tug-of-war Between Two Equal But Opposing Impulses. It Had The Ring Of Truth, However.

If The Butterfly Wings Its Way To The Sweet Light That Attracts It, It's Only Because It Doesn't Know That The Fire Can Consume It.

It Is A Blessing As Well As A Burden To Love So Much That You Can Hurt So Badly When Love Is Gone.

The First Requirement Of War: Allies Must Not Kill Each Other.