I can't make sense out of that girl," he said to the bard, "Can you?" "Never mind," Fflewddur said, "We aren't really expected to.

If life is a loom, the pattern you weave is not so easily unraveled.

I have never known courage to be judged by the length of a man's hair. Or, for the matter of that, whether he has any hair at all.

She has given you something of value: the truth in her heart.

Indeed, the more we find to love, the more we add to the measure of our hearts.

We hold each other's lives in our open hands, not in clenched fists.

If I fret over tomorrow, I'll have little joy today.