I would rather die than stay there." "Well, you might die.

There is no shame in loving: it is the sign of a generous heart, and pain the price of an open soul.

And all meet in singing, which braids together the different knowings into a wide and subtle music, the music of living.

Love is one of the true mysteries,' he said at last. 'The truest and the deepest of all. One thing, Maerad: to love is never wrong. It may be disastrous; it may never be possible; it may be the deepest agony. But it is never wrong.

While the heart beats, hope lingers.

There is no shame in not knowing something. The shame is in not being willing to learn.

You have a great heart, but will only find it to be so through great pain. This is the wisdom of love, and its doubtful gift. . . . I have endured much suffering and still remain unbitter and unclosed.