Time flies over us, but leaves its shadows behind.
What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart!
What jailer so inexorable as one's self!
Love... must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world.
Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age. The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. -Edna St. Vincent Millay-
Personal affection is a luxury you can have only after all your enemies are eliminated. Until then, everyone you love is a hostage, sapping your courage and corrupting your judgement. -One Scott Card-
What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart!
What jailer so inexorable as one's self!
Love... must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world.
Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age. The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. -Edna St. Vincent Millay-
Personal affection is a luxury you can have only after all your enemies are eliminated. Until then, everyone you love is a hostage, sapping your courage and corrupting your judgement. -One Scott Card-
