Truth, like beauty, is in the eyes of the beholder.
Michelle Sagara WestI'm sworn to uphold his laws. Saying that you killed someone because they annoyed you isn't codified as acceptable, by those laws, anywhere I'm aware of."
"You are clearly not looking carefully enough.
Who wouldn't put an entire world on the line for the off chance of getting their hands on a creature that doesn't sleep and won't leave them alone?
Michelle Sagara WestI hate being the only mortal in a gathering full of Immortals who think killing each other cleverly is the height of good manners.
Michelle Sagara WestShe wanted to die. She wanted to die. Because then it would be over. All the loss, all the grief, all the pain, the emptiness - over. And she had said nothing then. Nothing. Nor had she crawled into her room and swallowed her mother’s pills, or crawled into her bath and opened up her own wrists. As if death were somehow personal. As if death were somehow an enemy that could be faced and stared down, she would not give it the satisfaction of seeing how badly it had hurt her. Again.
Michelle Sagara WestMots clés death
Lies were something you told other people to make things easier, somehow - hopefully, for them, but often more selfishly for yourself.
Michelle Sagara WestMots clés lies silence michelle-sagara-west
The look he gave her made her turn away for a moment. Sometimes you couldn’t look too closely at another person’s pain.
Michelle Sagara WestMots clés pain
Death was silence, loss, guilt. And anger. But life led that way, anyway. From birth, it was a slow, long march to the grave. Who said that? She couldn’t remember now. But it was true. They were born dying. If they were very lucky, the dying was called aging. They reached toward if as if they were satellites in unstable orbits. And then when they got there, they were just dead. One moment in time separated the living from the ghosts.
Michelle Sagara WestMots clés silence loss death guilt anger
Stop judging your life only by the failures," he whispered.
"What should I do?" she whispered. "I'm always going to fail."
"We all do," he said softly, his voice closer now. "We all fail. But none of us fail all the time.
Mots clés failure kaylin-neya severn
The end of the world is easy. We'll survive it, or we won't. But if we do survive, the rest of life is waiting.
Michelle Sagara WestMots clés severn
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