“a wild dedication of yourselvesTo undiscovered waters, undreamed shores.”
“To unpathed waters, undreamed shores.”
“I regained my couch, but never thought of sleep. Till morning dawned I was tossed on a buoyant but unquiet sea, where billows of trouble rolled under surges of joy. I thought sometimes I saw beyond its wild waters a shore, sweet as the hills of Beulah”
“Lark: "You shouldn't yell at her." Frostpine: "Of course I should. Gods bless us all, Lark, but our Water dedicates would try the patience of a stone." — Dedicates Lark and Frostpine when the latter found out that the Water Temple had run out of warded boxes”
“That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.”
“And as he, who with laboring breath has escaped from the deep to the shore, turns to the perilous waters and gazes.”