Spontaneity is the province of youth

The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart

And Kushiel sends no punishment that we are not fit to bear.

Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?

We pay for sins we do not remember, and seek to do a will we can scarce fathom. That is what it is, to be a god’s chosen.

Truly, it is in loss that we learn a thing’s true value.

We might embody those qualities we desire to possess by embracing them, over and over, until the line between seeming and being is no more.

Non sempre chi accondiscende è debole.

It’s funny how despair can soon become an old companion

Love as thou wilt

It’s funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.