Fire Emblem Awakening Frederick Quotes & Sayings

RESTORATION OF FAITH - Takes — Anonymous

That was excellent! I mean, it didn't do anything, but it looked really cool! — Adam Savage

Progression is going forwards. Going backwards is regression. Going sideways is just gression. — Noel Gallagher

We do this thing. We open our hearts to the world around us. And the more we do that, the more we allow ourselves to love, the more we are bound to find ourselves one day - like Dave, and Morley, and Sam, and Stephanie - standing in the kitchen of our live, surrounded by the ones we love, and feeling empty, and alone, and sad, and lost for words, because one of our loved ones, who should be there, is missing. Mother or father, brother or sister, wife or husband, or a dog or cat. It doesn't really matter. After a while, each death feels like all the deaths, and you stand there like eveyone else has stood there before you, while the big wind of sadness blows around and through you.
"He was a great dog," said Dave.
"Yes," said Morley. "He was a great dog. — Stuart McLean

The Martyr Poets

The Martyr Poets - did not tell -
But wrought their Pang in syllable -
That when their mortal name be numb -
Their mortal fate - encourage Some -

The Martyr Painters - never spoke -
Bequeathing - rather - to their Work
That when their conscious fingers cease -
Some seek in Art - the Art of Peace - — Emily Dickinson

There was a time, in the not so distant past, that if you didn't have what you needed on Thanksgiving, you were pretty much going to have to wait until Friday. Not anymore! — Monica Johnson

Authors were, at heart, no matter how much they blustered or how suavely they carried themselves, insecure creatures with sensitive egos, as delicate in the constitution as movie stars, only much poorer and less glamorous. — Viet Thanh Nguyen

I never did figure out how to fuck you, did I? Couldn't just detach and treat it like sex, 'cause it never was. Ever. It was so much more. — Leisa Rayven

Your environment defines you. — Steven Magee

Your not gone yet, but I can feel you slipping, slipping away. — Elizabeth Heller