The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart
Truly, it is in loss that we learn a thing's true value.
My lord. It is too much, and not enough
We speak of stories ending, when in truth it is we who end. The stories go on and on.
We are all these things [...]. Pride, desire, compassion, cleverness, belligerence, fruitfulness, loyalty...and guilt. But above it all stands love. And if we desire to be more than human, that is the star by which we must set our sights.
I wish sometimes that the gods would either choose better, or make their wishes clearer