I Wasn't Crying, My Eyes Were Running.

You Lie Like Butter Wouldn't Melt In Your Mouth, Edward." He Smiled. "i Don't Lie To You." "really," I Said. The Smile Became A Grin. "okay, Not Most Of The Time, Anymore." His Face Sobered. "i'm Not Lying Now.

Only Love Of A Good Woman Will Make A Man Question Every Choice, Every Action. Only Love Makes A Warrior Hesitate For Fear That His Lady Will Find Him Cruel. Only Love Makes A Man Both The Best He Will Ever Be, And The Weakest. Sometimes All In The Same Moment. -wicked

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.

Sometimes It's Not The Optimist You Need, But Another Pessimist To Walk Beside You And Know, Absolutely Know, That The Sound In The Dark Is A Monster, And It Really Is As Bad As You Think. Did That Sound Hopeless? It Didn't Feel Hopeless. It Felt Reassuring. It Felt - Real.

Love Is Too Precious To Be Ashamed Of.