“You may hold my tears and live as you did before, trusting your soul to no one. Or you may release my tears and accept what comes.”

“The sacred rowan is a woman born long, long ago, a woman whose refusal to see love cost first her lover's life, then the lives of her family, her clan, her people.But not her own life. Not quite.In pity and punishment she was turned into an undying tree, a rowan that weeps only in the presence of transcendent love; and the tears of the rowan are blossoms that confer extraordinary grace upon those who can see them.When enough tears are wept, the rowan will be free. She waits inside a sacred ring that can be neither weighed or measured nor touched. She waits for love that is worth her tears.The rowan is waiting still.”

“How long can a man live on the outside before he loses his ability to love? How long before there's no more hope?”

“Show me your dreams. Let me make them come true.”

“You saw too late. Now you are as she is, bewteen two worlds, warmth bleeding into cold.”

“I'm not perfect. Remember that, and try to forgive me when I fail you.”

“t's okay to let yourself go, as long as you can get yourself back. -”