Hatred Is A Cold Fire, And It

I'm Not Terribly Fond Of Soapboxes.

I Hated Missing The End Of Anything. I Was Always Convinced That The Bit I'd Miss Would Be The Best Part.

Your Heart Is Not A Wound To Be Poked At To See If The Scab Is Ready To Come Off. You Can Be Healed Of That Very Old Pain, If You’ll Just Let It Happen. (marianne)

She Stared Up At Me, And There Was Something In Her Eyes, Something That Said We Finally Had An Understanding. She Was Afraid Of Me, And Sometimes That’s The Best You Can Do With People. I’d Tried Kindness. I’d Tried Friendship. I’d Tried Respect. But When All Else Fails, Fear Will Do The Job.

Silk Didn't Care If It Slid Over Scars Or Smooth, Untouched Skin. I'd Earned My Right To Be Paranoid.