Those that yield are not always weak

Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.

Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel.

It is not everyday that one learns an entire militia has sworn unbeknownest to obey you

Truly, it is in loss that we learn a thing's true value.

Soon never comes soon enough to a young child.

The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart