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Violence always leads to pain" Trendal Malian- Ishtaria: Prince of Blades

But see, that's the thing about movies. Nothing is left to the imagination. You read a book, and you see a picture of the characters and the scenes in your mind. You don't have that with a movie. It's all either up there on the screen laid out for you, or it isn't there at all.

I've stolen books. They're the only thing worth taking that don't belong to you.

Beware, Underlanders, time hangs by a thread.The hunters are hunted, white water runs red.The Gnawers will strike to extinguish the rest.The hope of the hopeless resides in a quest.An Overland warrior, a son of the sun,May bring us back light, he may bring us back none.But gather your neighbors and follow his callOr rats will most surely devour us all.Two over, two under, of royal descent,Two flyers, two crawlers, two spinners assent.One gnawer beside and one lost up ahead.And eight will be left when we count up the dead.The last who will die must decide where he stands.The fate of the eight is contained in his hands.So bid him take care, bid him look where he leaps,As life may be death and death life again reaps.

An idea can change your fate in a wonderful way but you must first let the idea to touch your mind and your heart! No closed book can ever be your hero!

He'd failed them, the swimming goldfish of his life's tiny existence whom he held so dear in his heart; he'd turned his muses into mistakes and no one knew the difference but him.

A heart in love is a thriller book of many stories

IN the book of my heart, pages keep falling out, many of them marked "Mom and Dad.

my heart woke me crying last nighthow can i help i beggedmy heart said write the book

I hated this. I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing that they weren't the same thing.

After everything I'd lived through, I was not going to be reduced to a one-sentence definition.

Please kiss that girl a million times.

There is no better taste than this: someone else's laughter in your mouth.

It was her eyes and my eyes and I felt a surging sensation of rightness, of saying the right thing at the right time to the right person.

There were so many different versions of him. It was countless versions of a song, and they were all original, and they were all true, and they were all right. It should have been impossible. Was I supposed to love them all?

My Friends I Will Always Remember, And My Enemies I Will Never Forget!

I Don't Waste My Time Doing Crosswords, As My Life Is The Only Puzzle I Care To Resolve!

Make your book of life a musical. Never abandon obligations, but have fun leaving behind a colorful legacy. Never allow anybody to be the composer of your own destiny. Take control of your life, and never allow limitations implanted by society tell you how your music is supposed to sound _ or how your book is supposed to be written.