Likely it was true that the flaws you saw in other women you didn’t notice in yourself.
Fate is what you make of it... You can make the best of it, or you can let it make the best of you.
Once upon a time something happened that you never could have imagined, a spell was broken, a girl was saved, a rose grew out of a tooth buried deep in the ground, love was everywhere, and people who had been taken away continued to walk with you, in dreams and in the waking world.
Tell a witch to go, and she’ll plant her feet on the ground and stay exactly where she is. Instead of doing as she’s told, she’ll take a knife to her arm and let her blood drip onto the ground, and in that way she will claim the earth for herself and for her daughters and for all the daughters who follow her. It is the future she’s claiming, the right to be a woman who can do as she pleases.
She had been wrong about love. She had thought it was meant for fools alone, only to discover it was a fool who walked away from love, no matter the cost or the penalty.
They sat in the light of a lantern and drank cups of Courage Tea, a blend of currants, spices, and thyme, made for protection and healing, a mixture that needed to steep for a long time. It was an elixir that made it clear one should never hide who one was. That was the first step toward courage. In this way, magic began.
Know what you want, and be sure of it, for regret gives birth to more regret and nothing more.
You walk into the dark and the darkness abides within you.
Some creatures do not care how polite a person might be, they will hurt you for no reason, and then all you can do is heal yourself with whatever ingredients are necessary.
There are none who can fight as fiercely as a mother and a daughter, and none who can forgive more completely.
Love is not always under our control.
Love had to happen without any certainty, the ultimate leap of faith.
Even when you kept your eyes wide open, the world would surprise you.
What gifts you had, you were meant to share. What you set out into the world came back to you threefold.
It was so much easier to see another person’s future than it was to understand your own. Even when you kept your eyes wide open, the world would surprise you.
Fate is what you make it, or you will be what it makes of you.
Those of us lucky enough to make it through the multitude of possible diseases and accidents get old. We get tired. We close our eyes.” “And then? Where are we then?” Silly to ask him as though he knew, but in fact the doctor didn’t hesitate. He took Elinor’s hand and placed it on his chest, in the place where he knew his heart to be. “There.
It was a dangerous world for women, and more dangerous for a woman whose very bloodline would have her do not as she was ordered, but as she pleased.
The air itself smelled of peaches, here and all over Unity; when the breeze came up, petals fell like snow. If a person didn’t move, if she was completely still, the petals streamed over her, catching in the hem of her clothes, in the strands of her hair, white as snow, quiet as snow, silent and fleeting and drifting down from above to cover her and carry her home.
Like his father before him he had come to love being on land and spent most days in the garden, where he grew vegetables and kept bees that were known for honey that was so sweet strong men cried when they tasted it.