Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear?
Why and what art thou dreaming here?
Sure thou art come o’er far-off seas,
A wonder to these garden trees!
Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress!
Strange, above all, thy length of tress,
And this all solemn silentness!
In the dark there is discovery, there is possibility. There is freedom in the dark once someone has illuminated it. And who has been so close to doing it as we are right now?
Listen: the birds sing! Listen: the bells ring! All the living are dead, and the dead are all living; the war is over, and we are beginning!
I want life to be like that for you. I want your life to make sense. If I had three wishes, I'd wish them all on that.
Your name like a song I sing to myself, your name like a box where I keep my love, your name like a nest in the tree of love, your name like a boat in the sea of love—O now we're in the sea of love!
“Are these the last days,” he asked, “the end of the world that God's apostles have foretold?”
Yes, Kivrin thought. “No,” she said. “No. It's only a bad time. A terrible time, but not everyone will die. And there will be wonderful times after this.”
Stay with us, we who love you! Do not go
searching for danger out on restless seas!
There is a hole in the ceiling – I have memorized the corner – where I can see the sky, and I go there sometimes to watch whatever floats around. I stopped looking for the way out years ago.
There are still some human emotions I do not understand – anger, hatred, revenge. But I am not mystified by the need to be loved, or to have friendship. These are things I do understand.
Someone will remember us, I say, even in another time.
You were a presence full of light upon this earth, and I am a witness to your life and to its worth.
If some god strikes me on the wine-dark sea,
I will endure it. By now I am used
to suffering—I have gone through so much,
at sea and in the war. Let this come too.
They say home is a place you can choose to be, so I've decided to carry home inside me.
He reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for.
Careful the wish you make; wishes are children. Careful the path they take; wishes come true, not free.
Grace is a gift for the fallen, dear; you're an angry blade, and you're brave, but you're all alone.
Who asked you if you want to be loved by me? Who died and made you in charge of who loves who?
I never hear a lick of what I say to myself; even now I can tell that I’m not listening to me.
Among the gods now there is no one who offers me assistance or oversees my actions or knows my mind. There is no one among the gods to whom I appeal. I live alone in the shivering, solitary knowledge that the time of the gods has passed.
As difficult and as frustrating as it’s been sometimes, your goddamn strict rationalism and science have saved me a thousand times over. You kept me honest! You made me a whole person.
I believe that must stand as the loneliest moment in a long—ugly—life. And yet? In a vile sort of way? Also the simplest.
Hector, doer of unforgettable deeds—do not to me propose agreements.
As there are no pacts of faith between lions and men,
nor do wolves and lambs have spirit in kind,
so it is not possible that you and I be friends, nor for us two
will there be oaths.
If an assault were launched on this building right now – if the windows came crashing down and the whole world descended upon you – this man would hurl himself in death's way to save you. You are sure of this – but why?
Instructions for living a life:
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.
You can't use me up. You can't use me up. I'm too full of love.
Sir Greendown, come wake me in the night – the dragon wants a bite of our love.
I was always running around, looking at this and that. If I stopped the pain was unbearable. If I stopped and thought, maybe the world can't be saved, the pain was unbearable.
I had a dream and you were in it; the blue of your eyes was infinite. You seemed to be in love with me, which isn’t very realistic.
You can't tell me what my spirit tells me isn't true, can you?
Some might find me borderline attractive from afar, but afar is not where I can stay, and there you are.
