Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow. ~Song of the Sparrow

And at that moment, a lilting melody lifts to the moon as a single sparrow sings.

The birch trees loom ahead like a brotherhood of ghosts.

What place does a woman have here, in the realm of men?

The song is languid and speaks of love and loneliness and loss. Why does love seem to go with the sad things?

Love is a tempestuous mistress. And none of us shall ever master her.

My sparrow, she flickers and wakes and sings and sings.

Merry Christmas, I whisper to myself. Merry Christmas, Nate.

I shuffle along, letting the current pull me, and i have the sense that I am like a rat caught in a maze of tunnels, moving endlessly toward some promise of...of what? Light? Life? Cheese?

Oh my gosh, he smells good, like some exotic but comforting spice, nutmeg or cardamom. Slowly Damian lowers his head to mine and I think my chest might explode, my heart is tap-dancing so qui

So, what's up with you and Damian?" Helena

They say the eyes are the apertures to the soul. If that is so, I feared Locusta's soul was far darker than even Nero's.

Gratitude has the power to fill your heart with love and your life with abundance.

I somehow make it through the first month. I dress and brush my teeth when they tell me to. And I experience the hollow feeling of complete loss, which is emptiness.

Forgetfulness is not to be purchased with a wish; and I cannot bestow my esteem on all who desire it, unless they deserve it too.

I have always looked for ways to give back because I think it's a responsibility we all share.

Your ignorance cramps my conversation

Courage is about doing what you're afraid to do.

Try to earn your $$$$$$ before you spend them.

Been brainwashed since age 2 I only had imaginary friends And still do And they hate you

When you're feeling lonely and no one is around Remember to look inside yourself and a best friend will be found