Lir said, "It is my right. A hero is entitled to his happy ending, when it comes at last." But Schmendrick answered, "This is not the end, either for you or for her.

Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.

You were the one who taught me," he said. "I never looked at you without seeing the sweetness of the way the world goes together, or without sorrow for its spoiling. I became a hero to serve you, and all that is like you.

Who has choices need not choose. We must, who have none. We can love but what we lose-- What is gone is gone.

No," he repeated, and this time the word tolled in another voice, a king's voice... whose grief was not for what he did not have, but for what he could not give.

It’s a rare man who is taken for what he truly is.

They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.