I cannot expiate my sin, yet I am compelled to try. My mind will not let me rest. There must be something I could have done, some way I could have acted, something I could have changed to snatch victory from bitter defeat.
It came to me that it was possible to be afraid of your own fear, and that such a phenomenon was utterly ridiculous.
Faolan launched himself across the bridge, uttering a prayer to any deity that might be prepared to listen. “Let me reach her in time, let her keep hold, let this wretched apology for a bridge not crumble under my feet...
With courage and hope, we can conquer our fears and do what we once believed impossible.
The future was in our own hands. If we wanted a world where such things were possible, it was for us to make it.
And as I watched him, I knew that in every dark night there was, somewhere, a small light burning that could never be quenched.
Come, dear heart. Lean on me and let us walk this path together.
In all experience, there is something to be learned. In deepest sorrow, wisdom is found. In the well of despair, hope rises.
My feet will tread soft as a deer in the forest. My mind will be clear as water from the sacred well. My heart will be strong as a great oak. My spirit will spread an eagle’s wings, and fly forth.
As for religious faith, a lack of it shouldn’t stop us from doing good deeds for their own sake.
She seemed fragile like a moonflower – destined to bloom for a single lovely night, and then to fade and fall.
Trust is a thing you know without words.
You may be your own best helper, if you choose the right path.
I should have realized, when Cathal kissed me in the hallway, that my response was the first raindrop heralding a storm.
I know it’s hard for you to trust me. If I ever find the man who did this to you, who made you so frightened, I’ll kill him with my bare hands. But you can trust me.
More like some small, fierce bird of prey, something with a sharp bite. An owl perhaps, that speaks only when the rest of the world sleeps. Jenny will do well enough.
There is no truth on this island of yours. Rather, there are as many truths as there are stars in the sky; and every one of them different.
I wish- I wish I could dry these tears, I wish I could make this better for you. But I don’t know how.
As for me, I had found love, and that was a gift worth suffering for.
Wake the sleeper must, and confront his fears, or risk being lost in the dark places of the mind forever.