Even a saint may take pleasure, in retrospect, in having been once desired
Truth can be costly, but in the end it never falls short of value for the price paid.
as roads go, the road home is as good as any.
Youth is no less vulnerable, by the very quality it has of making the heart ache that beholds and has lost it.
Beauty is a perilous gift.
If ever you do go back, what is it you want of Evesham?" "Do I know? [...] The silence, it might be ... or the stillness. To have no more running to do ... to have arrived, and have no more need to run. The appetite changes. Now I think it would be a beautiful thing to be still.