He deserves nothing. Nothing but our scorn. (Father) Then I am rich indeed from the abundance of that which you’ve shown me. (Acheron)

Life isn't finding shelter in the storm. It's about learning to dance in the rain.

Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.

Everyone suffers at least one bad betrayal in their lifetime. It’s what unites us. The trick is not to let it destroy your trust in others when that happens. Don’t let them take that from you.

I tend to watch silently from the shadows. You learn a lot more that way.

You'll never see the moments coming that will for ever mutilate your life-at least not until after they've mowed you down. -Savitar

What are you? (a Daimon) Oh please, let me give you the job description. Me, Dark-Hunter. You, Daimon. I hit, you bleed. I kill, you die. (Zarek)

I am the god Apostolos. The Harbinger of Telikos. The Final Fate of all. Beloved son of Apollymi the Great Destroyer. My will makes the will of the universe. [Apostolos / Acheron Parthenopaeus]

Baby, I ain't trash. Trash is something you throw away. My people keep me.

Yeah, well, if ifs and buts were candy and nuts, then we’d never go hungry. (Syn)

The only vampires I've ever seen are the Goths trying to get a glimpse of Anne Rice's house, who drink strawberry sodas and tell each other it's blood.

For now, let us simply observe that the assault on human dignity is one of the prime goals of the visitation of fear, a prelude to the domination of the mind and the triumph of power

I mean, language fascinates me anyway, and different words have different energies and you can change the whole drive of a sentence.

Like a handprint in cementAn indelible mark has been leftMy identity has been bentAt the point where your fingers pressed.Some people leave their marksAll over your identity

Men like to pleasure us, girl. They like to undo our plaits and give us water to drink from their own mouths. That's what makes the world go round.

Making a mistake is falling down; failure is not getting up again.

The quietest poetry can be an explosion of joy.

Success is not permanent & failure is not fatal.

Nothing made by brute force lasts.

Their forward got a lucky squeeze from the defender.

When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever.