Frost Like Night

No apologies. No matter what happens, I will never, not in a thousand tragic outcomes, ever regret loving you.

Feeling like you're enough has nothing to do with actually being enough --you choose whether or not you are.

You are not what you've done. Who you are right now, this moment, is who you choose to be.

You’ll only regret the time it took you to make the decision.

The world is changing. We cannot deal with the problem as we have in the past, or we will always end up where we started.

It is amazing what you can hide when no one knows what to look for.

Every moment we have is one more moment that can't be taken from us.

Lifetimes have changed in what feels like a heartbeat.

Death has a way of finding those who welcome it.

Angra wanted to break me. But he only made me unbreakable.

You act as though love is a goal you only achieve after so long spent working at it. And yes, work is involved, but at the end of it all, love is a choice—the kind you have with a spouse, with your people, with yourself. If you acted on those things only when you felt them, you’d be like most people—eternally waiting for a feeling that may or may not come. But if you choose, every day, to love yourself

A blade is a blade. Blood can be drawn all the same.

I'm asking you to love me and let me... die.

Family isn’t always who you’re born to. It’s who you’re with, who you love. Those families can be even stronger.

You are not what you’ve done. Who you are right now, this moment, is who you choose to be.

Everything really is about choice, even beyond the magic's rules.

I take the chakram, my eyes on Mather. "I'm not me without it, am I?" A smile flips across his face before he shakes his head. "You're perfect the way you are.

When someone goes on a long journey, those who stay behind wish them the energy of a wildfire. The power to take things that try to hinder you --- wind, thrashing enemies --- and use them to make you stronger. The power to burn so brightly that all who look will wonder how darkness ever existed in the same world as you." She puts a hand on my shoulder, but her resolve breaks, her eyes glassy. "Scorch this world, Winter queen.

Mather wrapped his fingers around her wrist and pulled her forward, cupping the back of her head as he slid his face down to hers. He hovered just shy of her lips, panting, choking because, ice above, this moment - this was everything, the entirety of his life expanding from this one act, revolving around her because she was at the center of everything good that had ever happened to him.

But that was war did. It made people realize the importance of stupid things.

I am mistakes and victories and death and life. I am competent and powerful and strong, and whatever this war brings my way --even death-- I will face it like the queen I am.

To break one’s mask in the presence of someone you reject is an act of permanent separation. To say that you are finished with them in your life, so much so that you do not worry about them seeing your true face. You’ll never see them again, so your secrets are nothing in their hands.

She drew a breath and her lips parted in two words that rebounded through his body. "Kiss me," she said. So he did the only thing he could do...

Mather wrapped his fingers around her wrist and pulled her forward, cupping the back of her head as he slid his face down to hers. He hovered just shy of her lips, panting, chocking because, ice above, this moment - this was everything, the entirety of his life expanding from this one act, revolving around her because she was at the center of everything good that had ever happened to him.

How can I love him, I ask, when I’m not even sure I love me yet?