There will always be trouble so there will always be a time for heroes

Heroes do not dwell in a time of peace; heroes are hardened in a kiln against the sorrows. Their troubles sharpen the blade and make it gleaming. The glint becomes a brightness that is raised high on a hill, allowing women and men to see beyond themselves. For light swallows darkness. Truth buries death. Heroes are not born. They are filled by Music.

The marriage bond is more than a civil contract. It is a reward for loving well.

The happiness in our hearts is there for we dare to dream in light when the world tells us to scream in the darkness.

Tears are another river that takes us home. We become alive with tears. There isn't a chance to return to sleep when we are weeping.

For in the sorrow, there is also our happiness.

All bowmen are caught between heaven and earth, born to discovery, choosing to love and raise their eyes high to a future that is apparent only through the strength of their hope.