Friday, October 24, 2014 at 1:14PM
Drew Wolfe

Beth Revis

I never thought about how important the sky was until I didn't have one.

Dreams are like that: they go in and out of memories and scenes, but they're never real. They're never real, and I hate them because they aren't.

Power isn’t control at all — power is strength, and giving that strength to others. A leader isn’t someone who forces others to make him stronger; a leader is someone willing to give his strength to others that they may have the strength to stand on their own.

This is the secret of the stars, I tell myself. In the end, we are alone. No matter how close you seem, no one else can touch you.

That's all you need to know about Godspeed," he says. "Although you should also know this. I am Eldest."
Maybe the secret of the stars has nothing to do with being alone. 
Good for you, I think. Congrats on being old.

It is like a piece of my soul had been lost, empty, and it is now filled with the light of a million stars.

Well, sometimes home is a person.

And in her smile I see something more beautiful than the stars.

The glitter in the sky looks as if I could scoop it all up in my hands and let the stars swirl and touch one another but they are so distant so very far apart that they cannot feel the warmth of each other even though they are made of burning.


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