We're told that men are strong & brave, but I think women know how to endure, accept defeat & bear physical & mental agony much better than men.

You make choices that are good and sound, but the gods have other plans for you.

A brave heart? It feels like a swollen and aching thing in my chest.

I wonder if there was anything I would have done differently. I hope I would have done everything differently, except I know everything would have turned out the same. That's the meaning of fate.

Let those who believe, believe. Let those who doubt, doubt.

Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming -- weren't our dreams what gave us strength, hope, and desire?

I've come to believe that part of lovesickness comes from this conflict between control and desire. In love we have no control. Our hearts and minds are tormented, teased, enticed and delighted by the overwhelming strength of emotions that make us try to forget the real world.