The most powerful weapon is hope.

Even in that time of utter darkness, somewhere deep inside me the memory of love and goodness had stayed alive.

She seemed fragile like a moonflower – destined to bloom for a single lovely night, and then to fade and fall.

He would have told her - he would have said, it matters not if you are here or there, for I see you before me every moment. I see you in the light of the water, in the swaying of the young trees in the spring wind. I see you in the shadows of the great oaks, I hear your voice in the cry of the owl at night. You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are - you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath.

After a while, footsteps sounded on the flagstones outside and there was a gentle tap at the door. Of course, one of them would come. So close were we, the seven of us, that no childhood injury went unnoticed, no slight, real or imagined, went unaddressed, no hurt was endured without comfort.

Nobody expects you to exhibit godlike strength, excepting maybe yourself.

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