Fate is by far the greatest mystery of all.

You are curious and quick, you have a deft mind, and for some unaccountable reason, people tell you things -- useful things.

I stepped closer still. He closed his eyes again and covered my hand with his own. 'You smell of violets. You always smell of violets,' he said. 'You've no idea how many times I have walked these moors and smelled them and thought you were near. On and on I walked, following the scent of you, and you were never there. When I saw you in the hall tonight, I thought I had finally gone mad.

But this is a thing that I know--to live with fear is not to live at all. A man will die every moment he is afraid.

After a moment, he turned sharply to me. 'Are you quite all right?' 'Yes, perfectly. Why do you ask?' 'Because I have just called you contrary and you did not bother to contradict me. I thought you might be ill.

I hesitated for all the right reasons. And I accepted for all the wrong ones.

She didn't look at me and I didn't look at her. Some questions are so direct the only way to ask them is sideways.