“For pain must enter into its glorified life of memory before it can turn into compassion.”
“We must kill the guard before we can enter the palace.”
“All I can do is lie here, brain turning somersaults. It's nights like these when memories stir, whipping themselves into stiff peaks of pain.”
“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.”
“Our life is a hope which is continually converting itself into memory and memory in its turn begets hope.”
“As the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity that questions has little healing in its touch. What Lily craved was the darkness made by enfolding arms, the silence which is not solitude, but compassion holding its breath.”