Remember that yours is not the only heart that may be wishing for love.

Little princess, lovely as the dawn, well named Aurore.

For in hope's absence, a miracle arrived

Over and over, we start our own tales, compose our own stories, whether our lives are short or long. Until at last all our beginnings come down to just one end, and the tale of who we are is done.

I had to cease to mourn what could never be and make the most of what was possible. And I would begin doing that by trying to mend the hurts of the past.

Even the most straightforward of paths could turn out to be more complicated than it seemd at first.

It took two," I said. "Two different people to make the Heartwood what it is. Two different experiences, grief and joy, combined. True love never has just one face, does it? It must always have two, or it isn't true love at all.