Many believe there is no such thing as too much love.

that its warmth is a comfort from which we never tire. But when love turns to
obsession, it consumes itself. The flame that nourished becomes merciless, angry, an all consuming blaze. Leaving us confused by the chill
in the air and the hate left behind.
Love built on lies is an arduous endeavour, for whenever passion and treachery
meet, dissolution begins. Still, we fight to hold our ground on the emptiness,
ignoring the fact that every relationship, even the ones we cherish, inevitably dies.

Every plan has a fatal flaw. Sometimes its the heart even in those who are
supposed to be the most careful. But a careful nature doesnt always ensure success.
When a plan is built on an unstable foundation failure is not only possibility, its a
certainty.

Destiny has two ways of crushing us..by refusing our wishes...and by fulfilling them

TRUTH IS A BATTLE OF PERCEPTIONS. PEOPLE ONLY SEE WHAT THEYRE
PREPARED TO CONFRONT. AND WHEN DIFFERENT PERCEPTIONS BATTLE
AGAINST ONE ANOTHER, THE TRUTH HAS A WAY OF GETTING LOST

Nothing inspires forgiveness quite like revenge

Some words are immortal. Long-buried or even burned, theyre destined to be
reborn, like a phoenix rising from the ashes. And when they doit can literally
take your breath away.

Are we true to ourselves?Or do we live for the expectations of others?

When all you can see is the reward, you are blind to the cost.

Hate is a lot like love. You can't force it. You can't fight it. You just have to
embrace it when it comes along

Trusting your heart is the riskiest thing of all.

When everything you love has been stolen from you sometimes all you have left is revenge. Like I said, this is not a story about
forgiveness
As Hamlet said to Ophelia, God has given you one face, and you make yourself
another. The battle between these two halves of identity who we are and who
we pretend to be is unwinnable.

Theres an old saying about those who cannot remember the past being condemned
to repeat it. But those of us who refuse to forget the past are condemned to relive
it.

For some, commitment is like faith A chosen devotion to another person or an
intangible ideal. But for me, commitment has a shadow side, a darker drive that
constantly asks the question How far am I willing to go?

Some say that our lives are defined by the sum of our choices. But it isnt really
our choices that distinguish who we are. Its our commitment to them.

Truth is a battle of perceptions. People only see what theyre prepared to confront.
Its not what you look at that matters, but what you see. And when different
perceptions battle against one another, the truth has a way of getting lost. And
the monsters find a way of getting out

In a race between danger and indecision, the difference between life and death
comes down to confidence. Faith in our abilities, certainty in ourselves and the
trust we put in others.

For those who believe in the resurrection, death is inconsequential. In the
resurrection, those that were dead live, and those who live believe they shall never
die.

They say let he who is without sin cast the first stone. And to be without sin
requires absolute forgiveness. But when your memories are freshly opened wounds,
forgiveness is the most unnatural of human emotions.

Some think intuition is a gift. But it can also be a curse as well a voice calling us
from places that are better left unexplored an echo of memories that will never
die no matter how hard we try to kill them.

Power born out of nature, coveted by man. Wars rage on, and victors are
crowned but true power can never be lost or won. True power comes from
within.

Sacrifice by its strictest definition takes something precious in exchange for the
appeasement of a higher power... an abiding devotion to a cause that cannot be
satisfied with a simple promise. Because an oath no matter how solemn asks
nothing in return. While true sacrifice demands unspeakable loss.

They say grief occurs in five stages. First theres denial, followed by anger. Then
comes bargaining, depression, and acceptance. But grief is a merciless master. Just
when you think youre free, you realize you never stood a chance