No,” he responded, reaching out to trace the shell of her ear. “They grew back even more beautiful. Blue edged with silver.” Elena laughed at the scowl in his voice.

I will love you until the day they put me in the earth.

A queen keeps a court that is spoken about. A goddess keeps a court that is never forgotten.

Emotion without reason lets people walk all over you; reason without emotion is a mask for cruelty.

Your name is written on my heart, Lily

You trying to make me crazy?” “Everyone needs a hobby.

But you, you’ve always been the rain, the wind, inside my mind. I taste you when I sleep, when I wake, when I breathe.

Bluebell, you couldn’t take me if I was blindfolded and had both hands tied behind my back.” “Bluebell?” Illium narrowed his eyes. “That’s it, Barbarian.

Some things were worth the dance with danger.

To fight evil, you have to understand the dark.

You’ll have to be my conscience.” He knew his flaws, and he knew the parts of him that were irrevocably broken. “Mine isn’t going to grow back.

A seed, in order to grow, must first be planted under the best conditions. Be that space or time. I think, therefore, that you have yet to find your perfect conditions.

We imagined that the mildness of our government and the wishes of the people were so correspondent that we were not as other nations, requiring brutal force to support the laws.

[ J. Edgar]Hoover, I'm sure, felt that he was right in everything he did and even the things that we don't like about his character.

A great deal of phenomenal experience has fostered in me a flexibility of the mind and imagination that some might call madness

If most of your courtship attempts have succeeded, you must be a very attractive and charming person who has been aiming too low.

Christ is risen! There is life, therefore, after death! His resurrection is the symbol and pledge of universal resurrection!

Conceptual writing is looking for that "Aha!" moment, when something so simple, right under our noses, is revealed as being awe- inspiring, profound, and transcendent.

My dance is a sacred poem in which each movement is a word and whose every word is underlined by music. The temple in which I dance can be vague or faithfully reproduced, for I am the temple.

There is a hangover from a defeat like Denmark - ask any player about when they've had a bad game, it's still in there somewhere in the back of your mind.

Prose writers are interested mostly in life and commas.