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.
Jacqueline CareyStand at the crossroads if you will, but if you'll not choose, I'll move on without you
Jacqueline CareyThere are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation of a theme
Jacqueline CareyWe speak of stories ending, when in truth it is we who end. The stories go on and on.
Jacqueline Carey