forgiveness is not a single act, but a matter of constant practice

This is our time. Until that time stops - for one of us, for both – it is our time. Now. Will you waste it, because you are afraid?

forgiveness is not a single act, but a matter of constant practice

Then kiss me, Claire," he whispered, "And know that you are more to me than life, and I have no regret.

There was a feeling, not sudden, but complete, as though I had been given a small object to hold unseen in my hands. Precious as opal, smooth as jade, weighty as a river stone, more fragile than a bird's egg. Infinitely still, live as the root of Creation. Not a gift, but a trust. Fiercely to cherish, softly to guard. The words spoke themselves and disappeared into the groined shadows of the roof.

You're tearin' my guts out, Claire.

Well I am still not drunk" I straightened up against the pillows as best I could. "You told me once that if you could still stand up, you weren't drunk." You aren't standing up." he point out. You are.