Sometimes love tries to do too much.
Love teaches you humility—patience—understanding.
Revenge was personal as a rule. Otherwise it was pointless.
Without it.
I hadn’t realized that a break in a bone could be so exquisitely painful. I’d feel a greater tolerance for the the wounded after this.
That's the point of working with one's hands, you see. It gives the mind something else to do besides worry.
It was a miracle, finding myself a father. I can’t tell you. He was so small, and yet so real. He moved, he made sounds, he opened his eyes and stared into my face. His hands clutched at my fingers. I...
Nursing Service.
Hughes has to say. In the cold light of morning,
Children were quick to grasp the subtleties of emotions around them, to see through evasions and quickly identify prevarication.
Men showed. I’d grown up on the tales of feuds and clan
Explain to Mark what the woman had told me
What could have been Henry Cutter’s
She grinned. I seen that you was sleeping in the sitting room
I was always a killer. It was my skill, and they’d taught me well. She taught me love.
Ye ken, it's the living and no' the dead who know the truth. The dead still believe it was worth dying for. Charles Todd, Racing the Devil
Wishful thinking, that time might heal—it seldom healed anything, only making scars that were often tender to the touch, and ugly.
Boys have never been to war. It’s easy to believe that it’s all a game. That the dead will get up off the grass in time for tea.
And take good care of it. Henri’s neck
We walked away from all that was warm and dear and stood frightened in cold rain where the guns fired, and in the end, we died in pain, the black stinking mud our shroud, embraced at last not by livin...