I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness.
Because if I see you defeated, then I think I will see Alban defeated, and if that happens, none of us can go on. To guard you is to guard the heart of this land of ours.
The greatest tales, well told, awaken the fears and longings of the listeners. Each man hears a different story. Each is touched by it according to his inner self. The words go to the ear, but the true message travels straight to the spirit.
But I believe we all have an inner goodness; a little flame that stays alight through the worst of trials.
I thought of betrayal and how it came so easily – in a word, a glance, a gesture.
Become my friend and you embrace a nightmare.
The warmth of his embrace soaked into me, a powerful charm against the dark things.
Breath of the winds; dancing flame; peace of the earth; song of the waves.
We cannot know the future. All we can do is face it bravely. We should take heed of those we love and respect. But in the end, we make every decision alone.
His thoughts inhabit a different plane from those of ordinary men; the simplest interpretation of that is to call him crazy.
Nobody expects you to exhibit godlike strength, excepting maybe yourself.
After a while, footsteps sounded on the flagstones outside and there was a gentle tap at the door. Of course, one of them would come. So close were we, the seven of us, that no childhood injury went unnoticed, no slight, real or imagined, went unaddressed, no hurt was endured without comfort.
Eat of my deep earth, drink of my living streams, for I am your Mother. Your heart is my wild drum, your breath my eternal song. If you would live, dance with me!
I wonder how it takes you, that moment when everything turns to shadows. – Somerled.
For indeed you have a choice. You can flee and hide, and wait to be found. You can live out your days in terror, without meaning. Or you can take the harder choice, and you can save them.
Water and stone Flesh and bone Night and morn Rose and thorn Tree and wind Heart and mind.
Stronger than iron crueler than death sweeter than springtime it lives beyond breath.
This had been real: real in its flaws and uncertainties, real in its small triumphs, real in its compromises and understanding.
She went on because there was no going back.
I wanted so much to keep you safe. I did my best. I’m sorry things didn’t come out different for the two of us. I wish I could have been good enough for you.