“Oh God, let me not be cured of love, but let my passion grow! Let me love for love's sake!”

“With good reason, love's messengers, Eros and Kama, are armed with bows and long-distance arrows. No being, god or mortal, can choose love. Love comes despite ourselves; and then, if we have not already done so, we have the task of becoming our selves so we may welcome love.”

“Follow what you are genuinely passionate about and let that guide you to your destination.”

“If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.”

“Let me die the moment my love dies. Let me not outlive my own capacity to love. Let me die still loving, and so, never die.”

“She loves him with a love that sees no flaws, find no fault, knows no bounds...Oh God, please don't let her hurt too badly and, please, never, never let me love like that.”

“Must I accept the barren Gift?-learn death, and lose my Mastery?Then let them know whose blood and breathwill take the Gift and set them free:whose is the voice and whose the mindto set at naught the well-sung Game-when finned Finality arrivesand calls me by my secret Name.Not old enough to love as yet,but old enough to die, indeed--the death-fear bites my throat and heart,fanged cousin to the Pale One's breed.But past the fear lies life for all-perhaps for me: and, past my dread,past loss of Mastery and life,the Sea shall yet give up Her dead!Lone Power, I accept your Gift!Freely I make death a part of me;By my accept it is boundinto the lives of all the Sea-yet what I do now binds to ita gift I feel of equal worth:I take Death with me, out of Time,and make of it a path, a birth!Let the teeth come! As they tear me,they tear Your ancient hate for aye--so rage, proud Power! Fail again,and see my blood teach Death to die!”