“I resolved to break the barren soil of my fruitless brain.”

“The leaves do fad and fall away, / Berries rot and sheaves decay; / The deer is fled back to the field. / That is all your promises yield. / All wind and words, your vows, I see, / Are barren as the fruitless tree.”

“Ah, and you go, do something as enchanting as shivering and almost break my resolve.”

“The resolve written in his eyes said no, but I could see exactly where I would have to push, and how hard, to break that resolve. It would be shockingly easy, but I found I did not wish it. ... Some part of him would break, along with his resolve, and I did not see a way to make it whole again. The jagged edge of it would stab at him all his life.”

“I am barren of words my female. For no sounds from my mouth are worthy of your hearing.”

“I am barren of words. For no sounds from my mouth are worthy of your hearing”