The harp sounds at each passing breeze, but that does not mean the tune is masterfully played.

Love child!" What else? You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose.

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.

For this too I learned, that a storyteller's tale may end, but history goes on always. These events, so distant in legend, play a part in shaping the very events we witness about us, each and every day.

Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?

It is my observations, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others

A nervous silence loosens tongues