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

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.

Grief heals ... unshed tears fester like a canker in the soul.

There are those who hold that there is a pattern to all that is said and done in this world, that no thing happens without reason nor out of time. As to that, I cannot speak, for I have seen too many threads cut short to believe it, but of a surety, I have seen too the weft of my fate shuttled on the loom. If there is a pattern, I do not think there is anyone among us who can stand at a great enough distance to discern it; yet I will not say that it is not so.

Are you a minor character in my tale, or am I a lesser figure in yours?

What is fear but courage's shadow?

There is as much deception in noise as there is in silence