Methinks We Have A Clue. Be Still,

The Best Lies Are Always At Least Partially True.

He Looked Less Handsome Without The Smile And Glow In His Eyes, But He Also Seemed More Real. Being Real Will Get Me Into Trouble Faster Than Any Amount Of Charm.

Nothing Turns To Hate So Bitter As What Once Was Love.

People Talk Of Sorrow As If It Is Soft, A Thing Of Water And Tears. But True Sorrow Is Not Soft. True Sorrow Is A Thing Of Fire, And Rock. It Burns Your Heart, Crushes Your Soul Under The Weight Of Mountains. It Destroys, And Even If You Keep Breathing, Keep Going, You Die.

Guarantees Are For Major Appliances, Not For Murder.