Richard: What do you want?

Rahl: To give you fair warning. We are brothers after all.

Richard levels the Sword to neck height on Rahl and steps forward.

Richard: You are no brother to me.

The Sword passes harmlessly through Rahl and Richard steps back.

Rahl: You’ve already killed me once. You can’t kill me again. You believe you are fighting for peace, for freedom. But how many have you killed in this fruitless quest already? How many will you kill tomorrow? Everything you do trying to defeat my master only makes him stronger. You believe you are serving life brother. But the truth is, you are for the Keeper.

-Legend of the Seeker: Marked

Vivian: When I was a little girl, my mama used to lock me in the attic when I was bad, which was pretty often. And I would- I would pretend I was a princess… trapped in a tower by a wicked queen. And then suddenly this knight… on a white horse with these colors flying would come charging up and draw his sword. And I would wave. And he would climb up the tower and rescue me. But never in all the time… that I had this dream did the knight say to me, “Come on, baby, I’ll put you up in a great condo.”

-Pretty Woman (1990)

“The worst type of crying wasn’t the kind everyone could see—the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived. For people like me and Echo, our souls contained more scar tissue than life.” ― Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits

“The worst type of crying wasn’t the kind everyone could see—the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived. For people like me and Echo, our souls contained more scar tissue than life.” 
― Katie McGarryPushing the Limits

Eoin(About poetry) My favorite lines of poetry are by John Keats: Beauty is truth, truth beauty. That is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. I believe those words. It’s the soul, and not the outer looks that matter most to me.