from living to the damned, @trilliumbot

Am I to be cursed forever with becoming somebody else on the way to myself?

and sometimes the knife, just for love

Master Crepus painted many eagles during his lifetime, but he never could've foreseen creating an eagle with such fire.

these gardens are my gilded cage, trimmed hedges my minotaur’s labyrinth, flowerbeds my prowling grounds (they say it’s for my own good)

Jack: Ah yes, holy vampire hunters. “STAKIN' FER JESUS!”

your problem is that you are very nice, but you want something. and you think being nice is going to give it to you- but it never will, and until you figure out what it is you want. every kindness of yours will be full of that want- like mine is.

(…) to be embodied was to be the altar and the flesh and the knife. Sometimes the gods just want to see what you are going to do.

taste of grave in the mouth.

Empty titles were of no interest to him. He sought after ardent flames that would burn brighter than any other, and an unshakable resolve.

I think we’re made up of all these different pieces and every time someone goes, you’re left with less of yourself.

There is nothing to fear when there is two against the devil. But we can't wait to see what they'll do against the three worst girls since Eve.

I buried the girl I had been because she ran into all kinds of trouble. I tried to erase every memory of her, but she is still there, somewhere. She is still small and scared and ashamed, and perhaps I am writing my way back to her, trying to tell her everything she needs to hear

Doesn't it feel unfair? You're already good, so why do you have to try so hard to be good? It makes me mad. They want you to prove you're good. But you're already so good. What is that? Why do they do that?

I guess I should be thankful that I know what finality looks like.(I don’t know what to tell you. These flowers came from my childhood home.)

Every wish of the eyes belongs to it. Nothing can escape this light. But we do. We can't feel the beat of the wings or the light of the eyes. We can't be seen. We chose to cover our faces. And the devil only ever gets one moment. For revenge, for love, for 'please see me.'

If we cannot crack the world’s shell, we will die without ever truly being born.

What I wouldn't give to be in church this Sunday / Listening to the choir so heartfelt, all singing / 'God loves you, but not enough to save you' / So, baby girl, good luck taking care of yourself

On the days the storm surges the sea, I go down and toss my pearls back in the water and pretend they’re buried treasure.

Ask about the free arsenic.

Chrom: You are the wind at my back, and the sword at my side.