He fought the men and he slayed the monsters and he bested the gods, and at last the hero, having conquered all, earned the thing that he wanted most. To go home.
Victoria SchwabThe wind took hold of whatever I felt, and ran away with it.
Victoria SchwabMaybe one day the words will pour out like so many others, easy and smooth and on their own. Right now they take pieces of me with them.
Victoria SchwabHer bare feet land with light thuds like rain on stones.
Victoria SchwabYou really are like him, your father."
"I can't tell whether you think that's good or bad."
"What does it matter? It's simply true.
I feel connected to you, and I couldn't bear the thought of that being severed. Lost.
Victoria SchwabThere's a difference between fear and paralysis. And I've learned that I don't have to "grow up" to be open to opportunity, to be willing to step through doors without being pushed. I just have to be brave. I just have to be slightly braver than I am scared.
Victoria SchwabTags: inspirational doors
Mom may be able to power a city, but Dad barely stays lit.
Victoria SchwabI suppose it doesn't matter how they get out. All that matters is they do. And when they do, they must be found. They must go back.
Victoria SchwabFree caffeine and sugar, a recipe for making friends.
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