The Most Powerful Weapon Is

I Like The Truth, Even When It Does Trouble Me.

He Would Have Told Her - He Would Have Said, It Matters Not If You Are Here Or There, For I See You Before Me Every Moment. I See You In The Light Of The Water, In The Swaying Of The Young Trees In The Spring Wind. I See You In The Shadows Of The Great Oaks, I Hear Your Voice In The Cry Of The Owl At Night. You Are The Blood In My Veins, And The Beating Of My Heart. You Are My First Waking Thought, And My Last Sigh Before Sleeping. You Are - You Are Bone Of My Bone, And Breath Of My Breath.

Hope Is Such A Tenuous Quality. To Feel It And Then To Be Denied What One Most Longs For ... Better, Surely, Not To Hope At All, Than To Open The Heart To A Hope That Is Impossible.

I Should Have Realized, When Cathal Kissed Me In The Hallway, That My Response Was The First Raindrop Heralding A Storm.

He Was Sitting Not Far Away, Watching Me, And I Surprised A Smile On His Face, The First Real Smile I Had Ever Seen Him Give, A Smile That Curved And Softened The Tight Mouth, And Warmed The Ice-cool Eyes; A Smile That Brought The Blood To My Face And Made My Heart Turn Over.