And what do you wish?' he said at last. 'That what should be shall be,' she answered.

Lazy Lob and crazy Cob are weaving webs to wind me. I am far more sweet than other meat, but still they cannot find me! Here am I, naughty little fly; you are fat and lazy. You cannot trap me, though you try, in your cobwebs crazy.

Few there were who could change his courses by counsel. None by force.

His grief he will not forget; but it will not darken his heart, it will teach him wisdom.

Look, up at the sky. There is a light, a beauty up there, that no shadow can touch

But he that sows lies in the end shall not lack of a harvest, and soon he may rest from toil indeed, while others reap and sow in his stead.

How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand, there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep...that have taken hold.