I cannot tell you what to decide, what is best,” he stated. “That is for your heart to choose, Brienna. But I will say this: no matter which path you choose, I will follow you, even unto darkness.
There are many secret doors around us, in plain sight. We just don’t take the time to find and open them.
I will take and love all of you, Brienna MacQuinn, your shadows and your light, for you have challenged me; you have captivated me. And I desire no other but you.
Passion is wholehearted devotion; it is fervor and agony; it is temper and zeal.
If you believe you will fail, then you most likely will.
There is no passion without pain...
Come on, fight me as a queen would.
So we rise to the challenge knowing that the victory is already ours.
How shall I remember thee? As a drop of eternal summer, or a blossom of tender spring? As a spark of autumn’s stirring fire, or perhaps as the frost of winter’s longest night? No, it shall not be as one of these, for these shall all come to pass, and you and I, though parted by sea and earth, will never fade.
But perhaps that made me want it even more, to prove that passion was not just inherently gifted as some people believed, but that passion could be earned by anyone, a commoner or noble, even if they did not have intrinsic skill.
But your art creates a window into another world... That is a true gift, to help others see the world in a different way.
Vengeance doesn’t taste quite how you imagine it will, even after twenty-five years. It leaves a mark.
Failure is never final unless you choose it to be.
You are not weak. There is steel within you.
How could one truly be ready for something they had never encountered?