To my surprise, Joscelin rose. ‘Phedre-’ He began, then halted. Sitting below him, I watched him smile to himself, quiet and private. ‘Phedre yields with a willow’s grace,’ he said softly. ‘And endures with the strength of mountains. Without her, life would be calm; and yet lack all meaning.

To recongnize that the treachery of one member of a house does not taint all born within it

It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.

It is a comfort, in anguish, to be reminded of the scale of one's own troubles against the mighty breadth of the world.

If you will not die for us, you cannot ask us to die for you.

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

There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire