Without Hope, Love Dies And Parts Of

Always Having To Have The Last Word Is A Bad Trait. Pisses People Off.

We Were U.s. Marshals. We Hunted And Killed The Monsters. We Did Not Run From Them

You Cannot Die Of Grief, Though It Feels As If You Can. A Heart Does Not Actually Break, Though Sometimes Your Chest Aches As If It Is Breaking. Grief Dims With Time. It Is The Way Of Things. There Comes A Day When You Smile Again, And You Feel Like A Traitor. How Dare I Feel Happy. How Dare I Be Glad In A World Where My Father Is No More. And Then You Cry Fresh Tears, Because You Do Not Miss Him As Much As You Once Did, And Giving Up Your Grief Is Another Kind Of Death.

I'd Been Willing To Kill For The People I Loved For A Very Long Time; Now I Had To Start Living For Them.

Women May Get To Wear Lots Of Pretty Colors, But Men Get The Comfortable Shoes. Anita Blake Vampire Hunter