Selfishly, perhaps, Catti-brie had determined that the assassin was her own business. He had unnerved her, had stripped away years of training and discipline and reduced her to the quivering semblance of a frightened child. But she was a young woman now, no more a girl. She had to personally respond to that emotional humiliation, or the scars from it would haunt her to her grave, forever paralyzing her along her path to discover her true potential in life.
R. A. SalvatoreWe need to be reminded sometimes that a sunrise last but a few minutes. But its beauty can burn in our hearts eternally.
R. A. SalvatoreThere is a place within each of us where we cannot hide from the truth, where virtue sits as judge. To admit the truth of our actions is to go before that court, where process is irrelevant. Good and evil are intents, and intent is without excuse.
R. A. SalvatoreBut love, honest love, requires empathy. It is a sharingโof joy, of pain, of laughter, and of tears. Honest love makes oneโs soul a reflection of the partnerโs moods. And as a room seems larger when it is lined with mirrors, so do the joys become amplified. And as the individual items within the mirrored room seem less acute, so does pain diminish and fade, stretched thin by the sharing. That is the beauty of love, whether in passion or friendship. A sharing that multiplies the joys and thins the pains.
R. A. Salvatore