You are... you're like a beating heart. A glowing lamp. I've never met anyone like you before.

Perhaps he could still weave together the broken threads of his life. And yet, I wanted him here now. I needed him here. In the darkness, if I sat very still, I could almost feel his presence by me, quite near, but not too near. Didn't I promise to keep you safe, he would say softly. I have never broken a promise. Don't look so worried, Jenny. And yet, he would be careful. Careful not to move too close. Careful not to frighten me. Waiting still. I am your shelter. Don't be afraid.

There is no truth on this island of yours. Rather, there are as many truths as there are stars in the sky; and every one of them different.

Stronger than iron crueler than death sweeter than springtime it lives beyond breath

With courage and hope, we can conquer our fears and do what we once believed impossible.

The warmth of his embrace soaked into me, a powerful charm against the dark things.

We draw our strength from the great oaks of the forest. As they take their nourishment from the soil, and from the rains that feed the soil, so we find our courage in the pattern of living things around us. They stand through storm and tempest. They grow and renew themselves. Like a grove of young oaks, we remain strong.