Words worth keeping

Who, being loved, is poor?

There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.

The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.

She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape.

Even strength must bow to wisdom sometimes.

Time doesn’t heal emotional pain, you need to learn how to let go.

Appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak.

A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.

There are some things you can't share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.

So when the moon's only partly full, you only feel a little wolfy?" "You could say that.""Well, you can go ahead and hang your head out the car window if you feel like it.""I'm a werewolf, not a golden retriever.

The library is inhabited by spirits that come out of the pages at night.

I knew, in the silence that followed, that anything could happen here. It might be too late: again, I might have missed my chance. But I would at least know I tried, that I took my heart and extended my hand, whatever the outcome."Okay," he said. He took a breath. "What would you do, if you could do anything?"I took a step toward him, closing the space between us. "This," I said. And then I kissed him.

You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection

In a way, it's nice to know that there are Greek gods out there, because you have somebody to blame when things go wrong. For instance, when you're walking away from a bus that's just been attacked by monster hags and blown up by lightning, and it's raining on top of everything else, most people might think that's just really bad luck; when you're a half-blood, you understand that some devine force is really trying to mess up your day.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),It's always our self we find in the sea.