We're all haunted in one way or another, are we not? If not by spirits, then by our own demons and regrets.

Love isn't a burst o' trumpets and a flock o' doves descendin' out o' the heavens to roost on yer heads. Tis sharin' a cup o' tea by the hearth on a cold winter's night. 'Tis the look in yer husband's eyes when ye lay yer first child in his arms. Tis the ache in yer heart when ye watch the light in his eyes dim fer the last time, and know a part o' ye has gone out o' this world with him.

As all-consuming as a young girl's fancies were ... a woman's desires could be twice as dangerous.

Before you came into my life, I believed that God had abandoned me. Now I know that He has blessed me beyond measure. -sir Bannor-

We're all haunted in one way or another, are we not? If not by spirits, then by our own demons and regrets.

Then you're a bigger fool than I thought. Since when has any man ever been worthy of the woman he loved? It's only by God's grace that they love us in spite of ourselves.

Love does nothing but make you weak! It turns you into an object of pity and derision-a mewling pathetic creature no more fit to live than a worm squirming on the pavement after a hard summer rain.