Character: Lucien. Page 2

Death, which he is threatening is a gift one, and what he promises is worse than death.

- I chose him on their own. I love him, father.
Oh, the Era of gracious... - Thingol stood at the window, a face in the wind of morning. - How is this possible?
- I don't know, father. It must be in the blood.
What? Thingol heels turned to her and took her shoulders.
- Have you ever thought about what a chasm separates you and the mother? And that was worth it to cross that gap? And why did she do it? Equal spirits of the sun, moon and stars, she came to you because I love you.
- You can't compare.
- When and who deprived me of this right?

It's one thing to have to lose; the other did not get... The easier it is to finish if not to start.
- But he, who had lost all were happy, albeit a short time... And those who fear losses have renounced the possession of, and was not happy... He still will mourn apart, and bitter it will be more, because missed opportunities are drawn to the imagination especially tempting...

Good seed don't grow evil fruit.

In memory there is no hope. She may be beautiful, but there is hope. The refusal to fight there is no promise of victory.

Prediction is a two-edged sword.