"Every fall into love involves the triumph of hope over self-knowledge. We fall in love hoping we won't find in another what we know is in ourselves, all the cowardice, weakness, laziness, dishonesty, compromise, and stupidity. We throw a cordon of love around the chosen one and decide that everything within it will somehow be free of our faults. We locate inside another a perfection that eludes us within ourselves, and through our union with the beloved hope to maintain (against the evidence of all self-knowledge) a precarious faith in our species."
Alain de Botton.
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The Nightblood closed in on the throne, and the Queen's head fell to the floor.
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STAY [CLEXA]
FanfictionClarke, trapped within Polis amidst a political conspiracy, battles with her feelings - all of which manifest in polar opposite forms of love and rage - for the Commander Lexa. With growing tension within the clans, Clarke may have to choose quickly...
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