Water and stone Flesh and bone Night and morn Rose and thorn Tree and wind Heart and mind

I should have realized, when Cathal kissed me in the hallway, that my response was the first raindrop heralding a storm.

If a man truly loves,....He does not consider the obstacles, the restrictions, the reasons why his choice may be flawed or impratical. He gives no heed to what others may think. His heart has no room for that, for it is filled to the brim with the unutterable truth of his feelings.

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

Good and bad; shade and sunlight, there's but a hair's breath between them. It's all one in the end.

The future was in our own hands. If we wanted a world where such things were possible, it was for us to make it.

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