Horde

Sometimes it felt as if all happiness came at a price. You could never, ever, have perfection. Life gave you beauty so you could bear the pain.

Beautiful. And ugly. The world is always both.

But courage wasn't an absence of fear; it was fighting despite the knot in your stomach.

Because I love you.' It was easy to say it this time now that I understood what it meant. Then I quoted his own words back to him. 'Not just when it's easy. All the time.

Because it takes more courage to heal the world's hurts than to inflict them.

You can live without me." "I don't want to." I feared a love like this - that made us incomplete without each other. It was beautiful but treacherous, like snow that looked white and pure and lovely from the safety of your window, but when you stepped out to touch the softness, the cold first stole your breath, and then your will to move, until you could just lay down in it and let the numbness take you. yet I didn't want to be without him either, so I didn't chide him for the statement.

But wishes were empty thoughts, cast down a dark hole. They didn't come true unless you worked for them. I'd learned that about the world, if nothing more.

If this is the last time, let me say it so you never forget. I will always love you, Deuce. No matter where souls go, mine will be looking for you, solnyshko moyo." "No. I want a promise instead. Promise you'll fight like you never have, so when the dying stops, you'll be on your feet looking for me here." "I swear.

With a polite smile, I decided she was insane.

It's only a sure defeat when you stop trying.

Sometimes I could almost hate you because you don't understand how much you mean to me, how dark and empty I was before. Solnyshko moyo.

Each time Stalker called you 'dove', I wanted to hit him. Because you're not a little gray bird... you're all the light in the world.

His lashes, fluttered like butterfly wings. "I could've made you happy, dove." "You did," I whispered

With my partner beside me, I fear nothing, not even death.

Every army has a beginning, no matter how humble.

When people stop writing down their stories, the soul of the world is lost.

I so enjoy it when people assume I'm stupid." "Not that, just very focused on killing.

I knew exactly how he felt because I had walked in his shoes, wary and distrustful, unable to believe anybody could care about me without asking for something in return.

That looked like love to me, when you put a brave face on your heart breaking because it was what the other person needed.

Do you miss him?” he asked. “Every day.

For peace to take hold, one person must first stop fighting.

Then in the interest of full honesty, I really wish you'd kiss me right now.

...but I wished I could convince her that she didn't have to be anything in particular to be worth saving.

If this is the last time, let me say it so you never forget. I will always love you, Deuce. No matter where souls go, mine will be looking for you, solnyshko moyo.

I feared a love like this—that made us incomplete without each other. It was beautiful but treacherous, like snow that looked white and pure and lovely from the safety of your window, but when you stepped out to touch the softness, the cold first stole your breath, and then your will to move, until you could just lay down in it and let the numbness take you.

the world's all razors, that cut you no matter what you do.

...as if prayers ever put out a fire.