I never heard weeping like that before or after; not from a child, nor a man wounded in the palm, nor a tortured man, nor a girl dragged off to slavery from a taken city. If you heard the woman you most hate in the world weep so, you would go to comfort her. You would fight your way through fire and spears to reach her. And I knew who wept, and what had been done to her, and who had done it.

When we lose one blessing, another is often most unexpectedly given in its place.

All shall be done, but it may be harder than you think.

You have not chosen one another, but I have chosen you for one another.

No time for better words, no time to unsay anything. -Til We Have Faces

The right direction leads not only to peace but to knowledge.

Her absence is like the sky, spread over everything. But no, that is not quite accurate. There is one place where her absence comes locally home to me, and it is a place I can't avoid. I mean my own body. It had such a different importance while it was the body of H.'s lover. Now it's like an empty house.