There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire
Some chains are forged for us - those are the hardest to bear.
We pay for sins we do not remember, and seek to do a will we can scarce fathom. That is what it is, to be a god's chosen.
It's funny how despair can soon become an old companion
All exiles carry a map within them that points the way homeward.
And Kushiel sends no punishment that we are not fit to bear.