Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our undivided loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain,
Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
In our two loves there is but one respect,
Though in our lives a separable spite,
Which though it alter not love's sole effect,
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.
I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
Lest my bewaild guilt should do thee shame,
Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
Unless thou take that honour from thy name:
But do not so; I love thee in such sort,
As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
— You will not turn away. Not this time.
— Get out of my way.
— The Dwarves will be slaughtered.
— Yes, they will die. Today... tomorrow... one year hence, a hundred years from now. What does it matter? They are mortal.
— You think your life is worth more than theirs, when there is no love in it? There is no love in you.
Love and kindness are never wasted. They always make a difference. They bless the one who receives them, and they bless you, the giver.
Come feed the rain
Cos I'm thirsty for your love
Dancing underneath the skies of lust
Yeah feed the rain
Cos without your love my life
Ain't nothing but this carnival of rust
It's all a game, avoiding failure,
When true colors will bleed
All in the name of misbehavior
And the things we don't need
I lust for "after"
No disaster can touch
Touch us anymore
And more than ever, I hope to never fall,
Where "enough" is not the same it was before
There is a heart — there will be shards