When I meet a wind I cannot fight , I can do naught but set my sails to let it take me where it will.

Hope rarely enters into it. 'Tis action moves the world.

So, you see, my heart is held forever by this place," she said. "I cannot leave.

Tis action moves the world....[in] the game of chess, mind that: ye cannot leave your men to stand unmoving on the board and hope to win. A soldier must first step upon the battlefield if does mean to cross it.

It's too easy, you see, to get trapped in the past. The past is very seductive. People always talk about the mists of time, you know, but really it's the present that's in a mist, uncertain. The past is quite clear, and warm, and comforting. That's why people often get stuck there.

A grieving person's like a person treading in deep water--if they've nothing to hold on to, they lose hope. They slide right under.

Tis never the place, but the people one shares it with who are the cause of our happiest memories.