Book: Queen Of The Damned. Page 2

Any creature will fight to the last for his life, even if it is not approved.

It seems to me quite amusing that you know my name while you're still alive.

How wonderful it is not to know exactly what you'll do in the near future...

No death can not be as huge as life.

Nothing is not correct. There is only despair.

We all know that Prince charming does not appear ever, and Sleeping beauty may have long been dead.

- You raspravljate creation! - he whispered. - That reminds me of the story of Alexander the Great. He cried when no more worlds that he could conquer. You too will cry when there will be rules that you could violate?

We are changing, not changing. We gain wisdom, but error-prone. No matter how long we exist, we are people and our miracle, and our curse.

None of us in essence does not change, we only become more who we are.

So painful to find yourself behind life, forever to be doomed to wander the outskirts and not ceasing to struggle with good and evil in a century of hell, reigning in his own soul and body.

We do live in a world of accidents, in which only the eternal aesthetic principles, and only we can be sufficiently assured. In its quest to create and find aesthetic balance we are doomed forever to struggle with good and evil.

If the mind is not able to find the meaning, it will find the feelings.

Suffering make our souls richer, make us more aware of the colors of life and with a special sensitivity to respond to the words. However, this happens only in the case when these sufferings do not destroy us completely, when they do not destroy our souls, do not deprive us of the ability to see and perceive the surrounding world, the ability to dream and with respect and reverence to treat the most simple and at the same time manifestations of real life.

You are to me - joy to all sorrows.