“Will I ever get control of my life? Will I always be shoved back and pushed around by those I trust?”

“I don’t want you to be sorry. I don’t want you to be anything,” I snapped. Her expression was the final straw. Of course she didn’t want to be around me. I was an infantil asshole that had the emotional control of a three-year-old. I shoved away from the table and pushed through the door, not stopping until I was sitting on my bike.”

“I wish you wouldn't have given the sundial bracelet to Terease""Why?" I question and press my head onto his chest, pushing my arms back into his open jacket and around his back."If I had it to lead me to my deepest desire, I know it would always be a direct path to you.”

“I am not sure I trust you.""You can trust me with your life, My King.""But not with my wine, obviously. Give it back.”

“I used to think I was content, but now I could see that my contentment was based upon how well I controlled the circumstances of my life, not upon my trust in a loving God.”

“You’d trust me that easily? (Shahara)Hell no. The only thing I trust in life is to get fucked over by everyone around me. (Syn)”