It Will Bring You Light Even Among

Endless Hope, Endless Disappointment.

One Does No Question Miracles, Or Complain That They Are No Constructed Perfectly To One's Liking.

Every Life Is Finite, Will.

What Are You Doing Following Me Around The Back Streets Of London, You Little Idiot?” Will Demanded, Giving Her Arm A Light Shake. Cecily’s Eyes Narrowed. “this Morning It Was Cariad (note: Welsh Endearment, Like ‘darling’ Or ‘love’), Now It’s Idiot.

Sometimes.. Love Just Ain't Enough- Luke Garroway To Clary