Author of quotes: Lady Fiona. Page 2

The harshest judges of ourselves.

A handsome boy with a black soul.
Foil angel that lost the wings.
I know you can be different,
Without making any effort.
I know you can give
So much Light, as in a fairy tale not see.
I believe that you can love.
But you prefer to HATE.

Darkness, Darkness.
A light footstep.
Friend, The Enemy.
While I closed the bolt
In the Glare in the Light.
Joy is no more.
There Is A Moment,
Long in a thousand years.
There's A World
Who tired of the bondage.
There Is A Feast,
Not hearing us Gods.

Cool look, I do not have words.
The sound of swords.
As always you rose from the dreams
My Enemy.
Before your will leave a mark
My step.
I need to know where this MiG
My Enemy.

And then the sky cleared. Because of inky clouds began to appear stars. First shyly, hesitantly and then more boldly. The white veil was painted a silvery light. Christmas night came into its own. Until morning, the world is silver-white, like a blank slate. And tomorrow every man will paint a new day in its color: Joy, Sorrow, Confidence, Sincerity, Conviction, Forgiveness, Happiness, Hope...

Life continued to go on as usual, as well as a hundred years ago. In the walls of the old School still sounded loud voices, laughter, crying. Life stood there for a minute. And lively the crowd was unaware that in the evenings, a fair-haired young man sat on the Bank of the old lake, looking not at the old wrecked centuries-old oak root, not somewhere inside. And in the music room the same evening he appeared a young sixteen year old girl, making an old piano to give rise to a hitherto unheard tunes and post them on the lock in the hearts of casual listeners. And few noticed in the dusk, as a young black dog arrow flew from the castle walls to some clearing to collapse from exhaustion and despair. And there were two people. Two attempts to cheat fate, she bargained for the illusion of happiness.
And over all this Time, wove his cloth, casually weaving in his line of fate. Someone's yarn didn't fit together in tone and the Time they were ruthlessly separated, in order to preserve the beautiful picture of Life, firmly weaving other threads with the same purpose. Time isolated from these smooth and simple to the picture was beautiful and correct, and those that were too complicated and textured was cut off and thrown away as useless. And if these few Teens were able to see the frighteningly-beautiful pattern, the first thing that struck me - threads of their Lives and Destinies changed color. They have gone a shade of Hope, and this part of the picture acquired a color of Humility, Dedication, Audacity, Faith and Loneliness. And all these threads were... different lengths.
That just about anyone was not able to see it. And this was happiness. Ignorance is bliss.

Minute. One that is longer than eternity
The one that remained beyond this point.
Where your smile is your carelessness.
There emanates warmth and kindness.
Hearts there beating in unison.
There is the sincerity of the gesture and the sincerity of the phrases.
Everything that you so recklessly loved.
EVERYTHING. Not enough only you.
So everything is meaningless and vague.
Can not we stop.
Only memory stores expensive mistakes.
Yes, Life forces to pay for them.