We are what we are, neither a good or as bad as others paint us. And what we are doesn't change how truly we feel, only how free we are to follow those feelings.
As if fixing the little errors would made the big stuff manageable.
Belief is a powerful thing. If you believe you canà
What does it mean when nightmares dream of peace? When shadows wish for light?
Choose to be happy. It is what we have all done.
Going backwards is never an option.
And he smiled at her, truely smiled- wicked and lovely...
I don't know if you realize it or not, but your sudden devotion to her is creepy.
He didn't slam the door, didn't rage, didn't weep, he simply left.
He looked good, like sin in a suit.
I still dream that it was you. No matter how many times I've looked, in my dreams it's always been you who were meant to be my queen.
He was an answer to a question she'd forgotten to ask.
I don't know why certain people shine for others. I don know why you and not someone else
I was thinking it was worth the risk if it meant forever with my faery girlfriend.
I'd stop anyone from taking that smile from you. I would, if I were allowed.
Mortals are such fragile things. Just tender feelings walking around exposed in their delicate shells...Easy to crush.
Just be you-strong and honest. The rest falls into place if you do that. It always has. It always will. Remember that. No matter what happens over the . . . centuries ahead of you, remember to be honest with yourself. And if you fail, forgive yourself. You'll make mistakes. The whole world is new, and they have so many more years in the then you.
In the end mortals always expired before faeries. They were such finite creatures. Their first heartbeat and breath were but a blink from death. To add the weight of nourishing his insatiable court in a time of peace was to hasten that unconscionably.
Seth gave her that: a private space to believe in the illusion of normalcy.
Loving someone meant letting them be who they were, not caging them
It was the only way he knew to protect the court, the faery, and the only mortal who'd ever mattered to him.
She was afraid, but she couldn't just sit around waiting for someone to save her. She had to try to save herself, try to figure it out.
That's what the court needs-a happy king, a king who can't stop dreaming of being lost in someone who wants to be just as lost. Tell me you'll let me get lost in you.
Maybe the girl would get strong enough to withstand an ink exchange with one of the chosen faeries. If not, he could always give her to one of the weaker fey. It seemed a shame to waste a lovely broken toy.
Then he kissed her, not just a brush of lips as she'd done, but a kiss a kiss that scalded her tongue. The tree burst into full blooms. The garden fluttered around her. A riot of flowers shot out of the earth. She was mud-covered as he pulled back.
Sometimes love means letting go when you want to hold on tighter.
You don't have to do those things. You don't have to become a hero, Seth.
Talking won't change it. But sometimes it was what she wanted most, to tell someone; often, though, she just wanted to escape those horrid feelings, to escape herself, so there was no pain, no fear, no ugliness.
And sometimes you meet someone who doesn't see you any differently if you tell them. That is everything.
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