He said, ‘The moment I began to love you was the moment when you saw your fiddle smashed on the ground, and you turned away from me and cried against your horse. Your sadness is one of the things that makes you beautiful to me. Don’t you see that? I understand it. It makes my own sadness less frightening.

How unjust then to meet that person you love, and be kept away from them only because ones bed is made of hay , and the other, feathers.

If I'd been trying to kill him, he'd be dead.

Your brothers are the foolish ones for not seeing the strength in beautiful things.

Things don't ever stay the same. Natural beginnings come to natural or unnatural ends.

Do you understand? I don't want you to do a thing if you don't understand it.

At least her last words to him had been words of love. But she wished she'd told him just how much she loved him. How much she had to thank him for, how many good things he had done. She hadn't told him nearly enough.