“ ...alone is such a nebulous state when one is queen. ”
I think sometimes when we find love we pretend it away, or ignore it, or tell ourselves we’re imagining it. Because it is the most painful kind of hope there is.
~ Rae Carson
From the mouths of the innocents flows truth.
The mind of God is a mystery and none can understand it.
Honor from death,” I snap, “is a myth. Invented by the war torn to make sense of the horrific. If we die, it will be so that others may live. Truly honorable death, the only honorable death, is one that enables life.
