Born in Fire

The tune was sad, as the best of Ireland was, melancholy and lovely as a lover's tears.

He wanted to be a poet,' someone else put in while Maggie hugged Tim and patted his back. 'Said he'd only lacked the words to be one.

Niall: We're tossed by the winds of fate. Once we end where they blow us, we make of ourselves that we will.

I’ve been happy alone and I’ve been unhappy without you. I never wanted to depend on anyone, or to let myself care so much I could be made unhappy. But I depend on you and I love you.

If I can make you unhappy, then I can make you happy as well.

A marriage is a delicate thing, Maggie, a balance of two hearts and two hopes. Sometimes the weight's just too heavy on the one side, and the other can't lift to it.

When you love with all you are, it isn't unhappiness alone you risk. It's heaven, too.

Dependence, she knew, and the longing for more than what you had, led to unhappiness and discontent.

…the rain was a fine thing. She often preferred it to the warm slant of sun and the clear brilliance of cloudless blue skies. The rain was a soft gray curtain, tucking her away from the world.

We're as different as that water and hot glass, Rogan." "And as able to make something strong between us.

Did people never fall in love with anyone who was eager to return in?

The need to take her was raging, some fatal drug that stabbed into his veins, speeding up his heartbeat and clouding his mind.

upon that bottle you made me

inside her. So different from an