Amor

   O amor não é um sentimento. Não é algo que te avalassa, te destrói e reconstrói, em eterna mudança sob ti mesmo, sempre sentindo, sempre amando. Não, isto é paixão e nada mais.
   O amor é uma escada, uma escada infinita e interminável que se constrói, passo a passo, sempre acima, sempre mais alto. Nunca um sentimento, mas uma escolha diária de renunciar teu próprio desejo em favor do outro. O amor não se faz para ser feliz, mas para fazer feliz.

The Kane

“In their castle beyond night
Gather the Gods in Darkness,
With darkness to pattern man's fate.

The colors of darkness are no monotonous hue -
For the blackness of Evil knows various shades,
Full many as Evil has names.

Vengeance and Madness, inseparable twins,
Born together and worshipped as one;
Nor can the Gods tell one from his brother.

In their castle beyond night
Gather the Gods in Darkness
And darkness weaves with many shades.”
― Karl Edward Wagner, Darkness Weaves

“Men told that Kane was a giant in stature, more powerful than ten strong men. In battle no man could stand before him, for he fought with a sword in either hand - wielding easily weapons that another warrior could scarcely lift. His hair was red as blood, and he feasted on the still-beating hearts of his enemies. His eyes were the eyes of Death himself, and they cast a blue flame that could shrivel the souls of his victims. His only delight was in rapine and slaughter, and after each victory his banquet halls echoed with the tortured screams of captive maidens.”

― Karl Edward Wagner, Darkness Weaves

Painting by Frank Frazetta