I do not view suicide as wicked, just terribly sad. There is only one death, but it is like a stone cast into a pond – the ripples stretch far. Such an act must leave...

If she were here I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off her. I would hold her so close she’d beg me to let her breathe. I’d kiss her so hard she’d plead for...

You bound him to you with your courage and your tales. You hold him to you now. You captured a wild creature when you had no place you could keep him.

So you do believe in… true love? she whispered.I took a deep breath, I think I have to, I said, blinking back tears. Without it, we’re all going nowhere.

I like your anger,’ the Hag said mildly. ‘I like your resistance. It makes you less than courteous, but altogether more interesting.

This is a long goodbye, yet not time enough. I have no aptitude for this. I cannot learn this. I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness.

Hope is such a tenuous quality. To feel it and then to be denied what one most longs for … Better, surely, not to hope at all, than to open the heart to a hope...

We cannot know the future. All we can do is face it bravely. We should take heed of those we love and respect. But in the end, we make every decision alone.

What I do . . . the path I tread . . . it brings some choices that test me hard.

I wonder how it takes you, that moment when everything turns to shadows. – Somerled.

I should have realized, when Cathal kissed me in the hallway, that my response was the first raindrop heralding a storm.

Now he understood what it was to be a man: that it was to be weak as well as strong, to be foolish sometimes and wise sometimes, to know love as well as to kill....

I had learned how it felt to want more than the sweet touch of hand to cheek or lips to palm, more than a kiss, more than an embrace. I was starting to discover that...

And as I watched him, I knew that in every dark night there was, somewhere, a small light burning that could never be quenched.

The man journeyed far, and he heard and saw many strange things on his travels. He learned that – that the friend and the enemy are but two faces of the same self. That the...

Goodbye Curly. I’ll see you next summer. Keep out of trouble, now, until I come back.

For the others, it was still just a tale, like all the tales we told, night by night, tales comical and strange, tales heroic and awe-inspiring, the tales that formed the fabric of our spirits.

If a man truly loves, he gives no heed to what others may think. His heart has no room for that, for it is filled to the brim with the unutterable truth of his feelings.

You know not, yet, the sort of love that strikes like a lightning bold; that clutches hold of you by the heart, as irrevocably as death; that becomes the lodestar by which you steer the...

But some things did not change…Courage, for instance. Dedication to a cause. Comradeship. When they were strong and pure, when they came from deep in the bone, those qualities could hold fast against all odds.

Let there be a time in the future, I prayed, when he laughs with his children, and plays on the shore with them, and spends all his nights in loving arms. Let us have that....

It becomes easy,” Finbar said. “It’s in the training; the ability to see your enemy as something other than a real man. He is a lesser breed, defined by his beliefs – you learn to...

With courage and hope, we can conquer our fears and do what we once believed impossible.

Look forward, not back,” the Hag said. “All is change. Do not regret. Instead, learn.

We don’t say cannot here at Shadowfell,’ Tali put in firmly, silencing him. ‘And we don’t say impossible.

Trust is a thing you know without words.

Ask us for any help you need…Let us be strong for you.

There’s a light shining in him, moving him forward: the light of freedom. That’s what draws all of us to follow, to take risks, to keep on fighting when we see our comrades fall beside...

Bran dissera, uma vez, que a confiança era um conceito sem qualquer significado. Mas, se não podíamos confiar, ficávamos sós, porque nem a amizade, nem a sociedade, nem a família, nem a aliança, podiam existir...

All that he had of her was his memory, where he held every moment, every single moment that she had been his. That was all he had, to keep out the loneliness.

Na enxerga, Saraid dormia. Eile fazia o mesmo com os longos cabelos espalhados pela almofada como um rio de chamas escuras. Junto da fogueira, os homens de Pitnochie mantinham-se silenciosos, enrolados nos seus cobertores. Ninguém...

His touch was like a bard’s on his instrument, and it awakened a deep and mysterious music in my body.

Trust can be a hard lesson; hope still more difficult.

I like the truth, even when it does trouble me.

His thoughts inhabit a different plane from those of ordinary men; the simplest interpretation of that is to call him crazy.

My world was changing, and I was not ready for it.

You will find the way, daughter of the forest. Through grief and pain, through many trials, through betrayal and loss, your feet will walk a straight path.

There is no truth on this island of yours. Rather, there are as many truths as there are stars in the sky; and every one of them different.

Death, of course, should not be feared, but awaited with certain wonder. To die was to step across a threshold into a new world, unknown, unimaginable.

The future was in our own hands. If we wanted a world where such things were possible, it was for us to make it.