I Hate Telling That Story To People

...you Have To Accept Yourself, Who You Are. You Don't Believe. You Still Fight Who You Are. Until You Accept Yourself, Until You Believe, You Won't Be Able To Call Forth Your Han, Your Power, Except In Great Anger.

Richard," Kahlan Said, "what About Siddin? Weselan And Savidlin Will Be Worried Sick Over Him." Her Green Eyes Gazed Deep Into His. She Leaned Closer, And Whispered, "and We Have Unfinished Business In The Spirit House. I Believe There Is Still An Apple There We Have Yet To Finish." Her Arm Tightened Around His Waist, And A Little Twist Of A Smile Came To Her Lips. The Shape Of The Smile Caught His Breath In His Throat.

But Emotions When Based On Valued Things Can Be A Faithful And Consistant Sum Of Truths.

Kahlan Ambled Toward The Door. "well, My Breasts Aren't As Large As Yours Berdine." She Slowed As She Passed Raina. "i Think Raina's Hands Would Fit Mine Better.

I Often Hear People Say That They Read To Escape Reality, But I Believe That What They’re Really Doing Is Reading To Find Reason For Hope, To Find Strength. While A Bad Book Leaves Readers With A Sense Of Hopelessness And Despair, A Good Novel, Through Stories Of Values Realized, Of Wrongs Righted, Can Bring To Readers A Connection To The Wonder Of Life. A Good Novel Shows How Life Can And Ought To Be Lived. It Not Only Entertains But Energizes And Uplifts Readers.