Author has written 2 stories for Harry Potter.
When I dipped my hands into the night,
all I found was darkness,
...you found the stars.
~ Most of us go to our grave with our music still inside of us.
"If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.
~For what is it to die, but to stand in the sun and melt into the wind?
~Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
"I would rather have one breath of her hair, one kiss of her mouth, one touch of her hand than an eternity without it."
"What good would wings be if you couldn't feel the wind on your face?"
"When they ask me what I liked best, I'll say it was you."
"Me? I'm scared of everything! I'm scared of what I saw, I'm scared of what I did, of who I am, and most of all I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you!"
"We need a witness to our lives. There's a billion people on the planet... I mean, what does any one life really mean? But in a marriage, you're promising to care about everything. The good things, the bad things, the terrible things, the mundane things... all of it, all of the time, every day. You're saying 'Your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it. Your life will not go un-witnessed because I will be your witness'."
"I live for the nights I'll never remember with the friends I'll never forget."
"Once there was a boy who had vibrant glow, but as it goes, someone took it from him. One day through the rain I heard him meekly moan, he said "Will you wrap your arms around me as I'm falling?" Remember when we were all so beautiful? But since then we've lost our glow. They said it hurt their eyes but he would never know that they were filled with regret as their own dissipated. He said, "I now feel more desperately alone, even though they wrapped their arms around me as I'd fallen." They said it hurt their eyes, but he would never know that they were claiming regret as their own... as their own dissipated."
Tinkerbell: You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you, Peter Pan. That's where I'll be waiting.
"We are...Nothing. Nothing left to feel. Not sure this life is real. As we fall apart. They say it's free. They say it's mine. But they don't know what I'm feeling. Something left behind. Something left to find. It was here, but was it? I could feel it, but was it? It was my comfort through all of my pain. It was the sidewalk to this lonely lane. It was you. It was me. It was us."
Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small people who find it easier to live in the world they've been given than to explore the power they have to change it. Impossible is not a fact. It's an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It's a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing.