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.
Jacqueline CareyI would that I could have stopped time and preserved that day forever. It was a perfect day. There was the shadow of sorrow, yes. It would always be there. But that was the nature of life. The bright mirror and the dark, reflecting one another. And today there was so much brightness.
Jacqueline CareyTo my surprise, Joscelin rose. โPhedre-โ He began, then halted. Sitting below him, I watched him smile to himself, quiet and private. โPhedre yields with a willowโs grace,โ he said softly. โAnd endures with the strength of mountains. Without her, life would be calm; and yet lack all meaning.
Jacqueline CareyThere are those who do not hold that there is any innate goodness to mankind. To them I say, had you lived my life, you would not believe it. I have known the depths to which mortals are capable of descending, and I have seen the heights. I have seen how kindness and compassion may grow in the unlikeliest of places, as the mountain flower forces its way through the stern rock.
Jacqueline Carey