Sylvain Reynard

I didn__ know what darkness was until I lost you

He Looked down at her gravely. "In many ways, we are the most perfect match. We see each other as we are, but neither of us views the other as broken.

Sometimes I hear the echo of your voice in an empty hall and it reminds me that you're gone.

The only person who can forgive me is the one I´ve wronged. That´s the power we have. We can use that power for good _ to forgive someone. Or we can use it to hold on to old wrongs and hurts so that they never heal

Light a candle against the darkness...

You, of all people, deserve a happy ending. Despite everything that happened to you, you aren't bitter. You aren't cold. You've just retreated a little and been shy, and that's okay. If I were a fairy godmother, I would give you your heart's desire in an istant. And I would wipe away your tears and tell you not to cry.-Rachel to Julia

God wants to rescue us, not destroy us. You don't have to be afraid of being happy, thinking that he wants to take that happiness away from you That's not who he is." "How can you be sure?" "Because when you've had a taste of goodness, it helps you recognize the difference between good and evil. I believe that people like Grace and St. Francis and a whole host of other kind, loving people show us what God is like. He isn't waiting to punish you and he doesn't give you blessings just to strip them away.

___or qué sigues creyendo en Dios? ¿No estás enfadada con _l por todas las cosas malas que te han pasado?Ella interrumpió lo que estaba haciendo y se volvió hacia él. Gabriel parecía muy infeliz.__ todo el mundo le pasan cosas malas. ¿Por qué iba a ser yo distinta a los demás?__orque eres buena.Ella se miró las manos.__l universo no se basa en la magia. No hay unas reglas para las personas buenas y otras para las personas malas. Todo el mundo sufre en un momento u otro. Lo importante es lo que haces con tu dolor, ¿no crees?

Maybe the only thing that lasts is our memories of each other...

In other words, Botticelli's ideal women look like women and not boys. They're soft and curvaceous. Healthy and rounded. Women of the size figured in this painting were considered beautiful for centuries, if not millennia. They were the aesthetic ideal during my lifetime and long after."He brought his mouth to her neck before whispering, "My ideal hasn't changed.

Everyone is pretty enough in the dark,__he whispered.__o, they are not._ He kissed her beforepulling back abruptly, willing himself to stop.

Without guilt or remorse, shame was an empty emotion. Indeed, shame would not be shame.

Kiss someone. Even if it's only in your mind.

I want you forever, not just for tonight.

She comforted him in his darkness and gave him hope. She seemed to cherish a sincere affection for him, despite his failings. 'She saved me'.

I don't think you comprehend the depth of my feeling for you. It goes beyond wanting to be near you, or protect you. I want you to be happy, and I want you to be treated with respect.

If for some reason we get separated, I want you to wait for me. I__l find you, I promise. - Gabriel Emerson

You know, the act of feeding someone is the ultimate act of care and affection...sharing yourself with someone else through food." He held another mouthful of cake under her nose. "Think about it. We are fed in the Eucharist, by our mothers when we are infants, by our parents as children, by friends at dinner parties, by a lover when we feast on one another's bodies...and on occasion, on another's souls.