Margaret thought of all she knew for certain, that day would always follow night that love was never wasted nor was it lost.

It's not finding what's lost, it's understanding what you've found.

I knew what it was to yearn for a life so distant it seemed that it had never been anything more than a dream.

Abra DeMadrigal didn't look young enough to be my sister anymore. Her sorrow weighed her down and aged her. She was still beautiful, but she looked very far away. No wonder our people had raven eyes, so distant, so sad. No matter how wise she was, my mother looked like a woman who hadn't truely believed how much evil there was in our world. Not until this moment.

And then I understood that she had no idea what she'd done to my family. She thought love and hatred were equal.

I didn’t want to be prideful anymore. I wanted to be as hard as and brittle as the stones I carted into the woods. Stones that could not feel or cry or see. I wished not to feel anything at all. In no time, what I wished for, I became.

Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs.