Not even I can see all ends, but I have been in this world long enough to know that a choice is not choice and breeds slow ills, even were it done for the highest...

And all meet in singing, which braids together the different knowings into a wide and subtle music, the music of living.

The only good thing about being frightened half to death, she thought, is that it makes me forget all about being seasick.

Love is one of the true mysteries,’ he said at last. ‘The truest and the deepest of all. One thing, Maerad: to love is never wrong. It may be disastrous; it may never be possible;...

The river plunged down in a long waterfall, plashing into several rocky pools on its way down the cliff.

…only more keenly aware of how her soul starved within her, its wings wasting with the despair of disuse.

It is not given to us to know what difference we can make, and perhaps we can make no difference at all. But that is no reason not to make the attempt,” said Saliman quietly....

The weather was clear and still, and the countless stars opened above them, seeming like brilliant cold fruits that Maerad could simply pick out of the sky.

You have a great heart, but will only find it to be so through great pain. This is the wisdom of love, and its doubtful gift. . . . I have endured much suffering and...

There is a great force in renunciation of power that those who are blinded by the lust for domination cannot understand because those who truly love do not desire power.

At these times, the things that troubled her seemed far away and unimportant: all that mattered was the hum of the bees and the chirp of birdsong, the way the sun gleamed on the edge...

She ached: oh, how she ached. Her soul was like one big bruise.

Nothing is ever truly gone… Not for me, nor for any human being. We can only go forward, unless we are guests in some enchantment that is not is ours. We are condemned to an...

…she felt as if her entire body were glowing with the taste of sunlight, of wind blowing in wide spaces and trees reaching their burdened arms to boundless skies.

While the heart beats, hope lingers.

Your future is uncertain, and I can tell you nothing that can help you. You are singular and dangerous, and so it is that you are sought by both the Dark and the Light.

By the light,” he said, when he had mastered himself. “I think that beats singing a lullaby to a stormdog for simplicity and economy, Maerad. But I wish I had known that you simply had...

We are all mistaken sometimes; sometimes we do wrong things, things that have bad consequences. But it does not mean we are evil, or that we cannot be trusted ever afterward.

It is good to dress in fair clothes to dine with friends. It honors your host, if you are a guest; and your guest if you are a host. And both adorn the feast, and...

Old friend,’ said Cadvan, filling another glass for himself and sniffing its rich smell. ‘If we do not trust one another, we are already defeated.

The risk of all friendship is, alas, a little grief.

Some say an army of horsemensome an army on footothers say ships laden for warare the fairest things on earth.But I say the fairest sighton this dark earthis the face of the one you love.Nor...

As every reader knows in his or her heart, there is much more to truth than mere fact.