By things so achingly small are lives measured and marred.
There are no wrong turnings. Only paths we had not known we were meant to walk.
What mortal knew the way their fate line would run?
You have no idea how dearly I wish you were of my blood. My daughter, granddaughter. Will you allow me to take pride in what you are?" -- Sandre to Catriana
Eanna love us, Adaon preserve us, Morian guard our souls.
Bright star of Eanna, forgive me the manner of this, but you are the harbor of my soul’s journeying.
If this is truly the time that will decide, we have no business refusing people who feel the way we do. No right to decide that they must huddle in their homes waiting to see if they are still slaves or not when the summer ends.
Tigana, let my memory of you be like a blade in my soul.
I have been made to realize tonight that there are limits to what I wish to do or see done for any cause.
She had been a solitary child, and then solitary as a woman, drawn into an orbit of her own that took her away from others, even those who would be her friends.
When I'm all grown up, come what may, I'll build a boat to carry me away
A hand fought best when it made a fist.