He is half of my soul, as the poets say.

He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.

In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.

And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.

But is it not a sort of genius to cut always to the heart?

She wants you to be a god, " I told him."I know." His face twisted with embarrassment, and in spite of itself my heart lightened. It was such a boyish response. And so human. Parents, everywhere.

Patroclus, ' he said. He was always better with words than I.

For who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty?

Wealth and reputation were the things our people had always killed for.

There is no honour in betraying your friends.

fight for what you believe in, for if you don't you will be forever fighting against yourself.

The interesting thing about text is that, as a medium, it separates you from the person you are speaking with, so you can act differently from how you would in person or even on the phone.

I don't have to live that way anymore

My mum is my beauty icon, because she represents what I think beauty is.

Girls rival each other. Women revive each other. Girls empale each other. Women empower each other. Girls compare each other. Women champion each other.

The proper aim of giving is to put the recipient in a state where he no longer needs our gift.

Tracking is a simple exercise. It works because it brings moment-to-moment awareness to the actions you take in the area of your life you want to improve

The physical universe expresses the conscious and unconscious thoughts of mortals.

An artist is waiting for the audience to understand the work. A craftsman is working to understand the audience.

All my knowledge comes from research.