Ci sono persone che si sentono in imbarazzo di fronte al dolore altrui e temono di dire la cosa sbagliata; a costoro dico che non si sbaglia nell’offrire conforto, mai. Una parola gentile, un abbraccio consolatorio... queste cose sono sempre bene accette.
I love you, and I would choose to be with you whether in a slum or a cave or a palace.
She was oh, so very beautiful to me, and her strength and courage and daring vulnerability only made her the more so.
And in so doing, mayhap we reshaped the gods themselves. Now that was a thought made me shudder to the bone. I wondered if it were true, and if it were, what would happen when some deity bent out of true by mortal ambition returned to set the record straight.
Men will heed words spoken from one in a position of authority that they disdain from other sources.
He would welcome the opportunity to offer his suffering up to God. Me, I could not help but think that there was more than enough suffering in the world without adding to the balance.
You should not be here, the forest whispered behind us. You do not belong here.
Wind will blow through any chink it can find, flow around any obstacle in its course. Follow the wind’s example and let it guide you into those spaces.
Let him be a boy while he may. It is too soon for him to wrestle with mortality.
A small kindness, a confluence of compassion, had saved his life. Was that strength, or a weakness?
Thou art the shoals on which Caliban wilt dash his heart to pieces.
I was not going to be killed by a gods-bedamned caterpillar.
I did not like this place. Everything about it conspired to say, You do not belong here, you are not welcome here.
It went well enough at first. One need not be able to name a danger to sense and avoid it.
Jahno asked with a stymied scholar’s anguish.
So I leave flowers; spring flowers, then summer flowers. I gather the red and orange and yellow trumpet flowers, for a trumpet is a thing that makes a loud noise like a shout, and I tie their vines together and leave them to shout I love you in a row from Miranda’s window-ledge.
He is searching for an answer for which no question exists.
We must share our knowledge, share our strengths and weakness, share the burden of danger and the rewards of victory.
Take your happiness where you find it, children, and don’t ask too many questions. Life is too short and uncertain to do otherwise.
Would that I could make of heart and soul something other than a battleground!