There is no folly like the folly of the wise.
Some chains are forged for us - those are the hardest to bear.
Nothing spoils idle pleasure like too much awareness
Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like youโre sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heartโs a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces all at once?โ โMm-hmm.โ He finished his ale. โThat would be love.
I had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine.
It's the same questions we ask of our existence, and the answer is always the same. The mystery lies not in the question nor the answer, but in the asking and answering themselves, over and over again, and the end is engendered in the beginning.