The Whisperer

Love is a path lined with roses. But it leads to a cliff's edge and all who follow it tumble to their doom. You will not find your happiness there.

Cruelty, I understand. But kindness frightens me, for my defenses are weak against it.

The price of every lie is that the truth will always come out.

Because happiness itself is a mythical construct, a dream you humans tell yourselves to get through each day. It is the moon, and you, like the sun, pursue it relentlessly, chasing it around and around, getting nowhere.

You can’t choose what happens to you, but you can choose who you become because of it.

As the poets say, stories are truth told through lies.

The things that were once sweet to me are now bitter. The sun is not half so bright. The stars seem dimmer. All this wealth and luxury feels meaningless. All the world is in your shadow, Zahra. I cannot help but see you when I close my eyes.

Ships are my arrows, the sea my bow, the world my target.

I would prefer a sword to fight duel, but a pen to plan a war.

If this is not a happy ending, it is perhaps a happy beginning.

Wind does not need translation. It speaks the language of men, of animals and birds, of rocks and trees and earth and sky and water. It does not eat or sleep, or take shelter from the weather. It is the weather. And it lives.

It's hard to keep a secret when it's written all over your body.

And the prince who had once been a bear pulled close the girl who had once had no name, and kissed her.

Even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars, I will always love you.

It’s one thing to wander in the darkness because you know no different, but it’s quite another to enjoy the light only to have it taken from you.

The world will be saved and remade by the dreamers.

I just figured out why someone would want to make the first mirror... I think some lover wanted his beloved to see how she appeared to him. He wanted her to be able to see herself the way that he did.