Never think I have abandoned you. When the sun shines on you, it is my smile. When you hear the breeze stir through the apple blossoms, it is my whisper that I love you. My love is yours forever.

Hammer the iron that lies on your anvil instead of daydreaming about working silver.

The leaf lives its appointed time, and does not struggle against the wind that carries it away. The leaf does no harm, and finally falls to nourish new leaves. So it should be with all men and women.

I will hate the man you choose because he is not me, and love him if he makes you smile. No woman deserves the sure knowledge of widow’s black as her brideprice, you least of all.

Dovie'andi se tovya sagain!

Dovie'andi se tovya sagain (It's time to roll the dice) - Matrim Cauthon

If you can't hide what you are going to do, do it so everybody thinks you are a fool.