I wondered if he could ever understand that it was a blessing, not a sin, to be graced with more than one love. It could be complicated; of course it could be complicated. And it opened one up to the possibility of more pain and loss. Still, it was a blessing I would never relinquish. Love, genuine love, was always a cause for joy.

Well, I was living it, but a shared dream half-lived is a hollow thing

Those that yield are not always weak

Stupid to speak of blame when the wills of the immortals are involved.

We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike.

Yes my lord, but questions are dangerous, for they have answers

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