“On the day when the weight deadens on your shoulders and you stumble, may the clay dance to balance you.”
“Grief was an actual weight, he thought. It felt like a physical burden. You carried it with you all day, unsheddable. Your shoulders, by nightfall, felt dragged down." p 320”
“You consider me for a moment, perhaps balancing the weight of your fear against the loneliness you will later feel in your room if you do not speak now”
“Afterwards, once you lost all hope, time began to go faster and the senseless days deadened your soul.”
“If in life you stumble make it part of you dance." -author unknown”
“When your soul and minehave left our bodies and we areburried alongside each other,a Potter may one day mouldthe dust of both of usinto the same clay.”