You thought you’d never give up your vocation, a voice whispered inside me. You thought you’d never even consider it. But you’ve met the one man who could change your mind. He is your perfect complement. He is Cathal to your Clodagh; he is Bran to your Liadan. No wonder you conjured up those images. No wonder they make you weep.

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

You may be your own best helper, if you choose the right path.

You cannot poison what is between us with your foul words. She is my light in the darkness and Johnny is my pathway ahead.

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.

You know not, yet, the sort of love that strikes like a lightning bolt; that clutches hold of you by the heart, as irrevocably as death; that becomes the lodestar by which you steer the rest of your life. I would not wish such a love on anyone, man or woman, for it can make your life a paradise, or it can destroy you utterly.