There are no wrong turnings. Only paths we had not known we were meant to
walk.
In this world, where we find ourselves, we need compassion more than anything, I think, or we are all alone.
There are kinds of action, for good or ill, that lie so far outside the boundaries of normal behavior that they force us, in acknowledging that they have occurred, to restructure our own understanding of reality. We have to make room for them.
How we remember changes how we have lived.
Time runs both ways. We make stories of our lives.
We must be what we are, or we become our enemies.
The deeds of men, as footprints in the desert.
Nothing under the circling moons is fated to last.
Even the sun goes down.
The heart has its own laws... and the truth is... the truth is that you are the law of mine.
The world could bring you poison in a jewelled cup, or surprising gifts. Sometimes you didn't know which of them it was.
Sometimes you didn't really arrive at a conclusion about your life, you just discovered that you already had.
Words were power, words tried to change you, to shape bridges of longing that no one could ever really cross.