“Down the violet wind slid syrinx melodies, wild as foxes, mad as love, strange as wakening.”

“We love, while knowing that someday our love might be lost forever. We laugh as we stride along, even while recognising that doom lies at the end of the road. We give, while comprehending that in the end 'twill all be taken away. we are nothing less then heroes.”

“She had seen what it cost him and her heart quickened with compassion. For that alone, she might have loved him almost.”

“she was aware of his love - how could she not? She perceived it every time he looked at her. He was not demonstrative, but his ardour was all the more evident for the reins with which he restrained it, the mask of steel behind which he imprisoned it, his detached demeanour and deliberate gestures that, far from parading a lack of interest, displayed the strength of his self-discipline, that he could so tightly curb the intensity of his passion.”

“The measure of happiness is merely the difference between expectations and outcomes. It is not concerned with what one possesses – it is concerned with how content one is with what one possesses.”

“The raven spread out its glossy wings and departed like hope.”

“Careful, even now, not to thank the wights, she added, "You have all been most kind.”