We draw our strength from the great oaks of the forest. As they take their nourishment from the soil, and from the rains that feed the soil, so we find our courage in the pattern of living things arou...
We don't say cannot here at Shadowfell,' Tali put in firmly, silencing him. 'And we don't say impossible.
This was a face such as I had never seen before, even in the most fanciful of dreams, a face that was, in its way, a work of art. For it was light and dark, night and day, this world and the Otherworl...
There is no good or evil, save in the way you see the world. There is no dark or light, save in your own vision. All changes in the blink of an eyelid; yet all remains the same.
Only a fool gives up his one treasure.
My feet will tread soft as a deer in the forest, said Conor, frowning with concentration. My mind will be clear as water from the sacred well. My heart will be strong as a great oak. My spirit will sp...
Liadan, he said, staring intently at the ground.Yes, I whispered.Don't wed that man Eamonn. Tell him, if he takes you, he's a dead. --Bran
It is frightening, how one lie is just the first strand in an ever increasing fabric of untruth. And once this fabric is woven, it is very hard to unravel.
If a man has to say trust me it's a sure sign you cannot. Trust him, that is. Trust is a thing you do without words.
I wept in self-pity, and because I knew you could never go back. You chose your path, and that was it.
I saw that in him she had found her sun and moon, her stars and her dreams.
I know it's hard for you to trust me. If I ever find the man who did this to you, who made you so frightened, I'll kill him with my bare hands. But you can trust me.
I have listened to many tales in my life, and told a few of my own. If this has taught me anything, it is that there aresome occurrences that change the course of things, that make an alteration far b...
I had less control over my thoughts than I'd have liked. The little ring hung around my neck, under my gown, where nobody could see it. When I was alone, I took it out sometimes, wondering how he had...
I am a child of Alban’s earth Her ancient bones brought me to birth Her crags and islands built me strong My heart beats to her deep wild song. I am the wife with bairn on knee I am the fisherman at s...
How can he do this? If you were mine, I would fight to keep you. I would die, before I let you go.
Even when I was young and content and thought life would bring good things for me and mine, I didn't believe in miracles.
Even in that time of utter darkness, somewhere deep inside me the memory of love and goodness had stayed alive.
But there are two sides to every fight. It starts from something small, a chance remark, a gesture made lightly. It grows from there. Both sides can be unjust. Both can be cruel.
But I believe we all have an inner goodness; a little flame that stays alight through the worst of trials.