It does not take courage to kill. It takes courage to live.

For nothing, not the sun, not the rain, not even the brightest star in the darkest sky, could begin to compare to the wonder of you.

No. He was not here to wreak revenge.
For revenge was trifling and hollow.
No. He was not here to retrieve his wife.
For his wife was not a thing to be retrieved.
No. He was not here to negotiate a truce.
For a truce suggested he wished to compromise.

He was here to burn something to the ground.

Love is—a shade of what I feel.

A true plague of a girl. And yet a queen in every sense of the word.

There is no one I would rather see the sunrise with than you.