I wonder how it takes you, that moment when everything turns to shadows. - Somerled.

I like the truth, even when it does trouble me.

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.

I wonder how it takes you, that moment when everything turns to shadows. - Somerled.

As for religious faith, a lack of it shouldn't stop us from doing good deeds for their own sake.

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.

I thought of betrayal and how it came so easily - in a word, a glance, a gesture.