The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart

It is not everyday that one learns an entire militia has sworn unbeknownest to obey you

This is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike.

I wish sometimes that the gods would either choose better, or make their wishes clearer

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

Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you’re sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heart’s a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces all at once?” “Mm-hmm.” He finished his ale. “That would be love.

There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation on a theme. So musicians say the greatest sonatas are composed; whether or not it is true, I do not know, but of a surety I have seen it emerge in the tapestry of my life.