| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| e5b07aa | No matter how ugly the manner in which a man dies, it's only the presence of a suffering human soul that is horrifying, once gone, what is left is only an object. | suffering dies soul | Diana Gabaldon | |
| ddf3fa6 | As we walk back, it feels like the city is engulfing us. Adrenalin still pours through our veins. Sparks flow through to our fingers. We've still been running in the mornings, but the city's different then. It's filled with hope and with bristles of winter sunshine. In the evening, it's like it dies, waiting to be born again the next morning. | hope dies fingers sparks morning sunshine walk running evening city | Markus Zusak |