put your hand to my faded cheek: a testament of our desires.

i'll say it again: the words, 'i miss you.'

when did you...start becoming beautiful?

hey, god, if you're there, my life has really sucked. so please, for once, let me have a sweet dream.

in that light, i find deliverance.

some nights i saw these imbecile, lunatic prostitutes with the halo of Mary.

khaenri'ah...didn't fall, did it? since you're still here... / ...correct. so, no need to revive the homeland.

i want to stop thinking, she'd thought. i want to stop remembering. i want to disappear. i want to suffer. i want to be hurt. i want to be happy.

what are you, stupid? wait, no, rhetorical questions are rude. you're stupid.

being alone is not the only time loneliness can overtake you. you can be surrounded by others and still feel lonely. we all treat loneliness like poison, but poison makes medicine. there is healing in solitude.

don't you see that you are god itself?

he and his eleven legions were overwhelmed, and the parthians, hearing of crassus' motive, laughed as they poured molten gold into the dead general's mouth, saying: 'thou hast thirsted for gold, therefore drink gold.'

through horrid pain, nausea too began to plague her. horror after horror, all of it impossible to bear, and one thought worse than all others weighed on her mind like an anchor. one truth that seemed ready to almost kill her: 'i am still here.'

a god isn't a being of power and whim; a god is a saviour and protector, and that's why we call one's favour grace, and a blessing.

if you try to save someone you can't save, you'll both end up sinking.

father's dead, so nobody hits me anymore. mother's dead too, so she doesn't cry.

the fire i would set to the world would not bring ruin but cosmic transfiguration.

does their kindness feel like fingers wrapping around your neck, like blood spilling onto stone, like a knife twisting hilt-deep in your chest where it has laid over the years?

to live in solitude means to relinquish all expectations about life. the only surprise in solitude is death.

sanity is a valuable possession; i hoard it in the way people once hoarded money. i save it, so i will have enough, when the time comes.