When Love cast me out, it was Cruelty who took pity upon me
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.
Pain obliterates everything else. In pain, there is only the eternal present.
Happiness is the highest form of wisdom.
It is not wise to meddle with D'Angelines in matters of love.
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.