Old friend,' said Cadvan, filling another glass for himself and sniffing its rich smell. 'If we do not trust one another, we are already defeated.
Alison Croggon
We are all mistaken sometimes; sometimes we do wrong things, things that have bad consequences. But it does not mean we are evil, or that we cannot be trusted ever afterward.
trust mistakes forgiveness
It is good to dress in fair clothes to dine with friends. It honors your host, if you are a guest; and your guest if you are a host. And both adorn the feast, and so celebrate the gifts of the world.
friendship food manners
While the heart beats, hope lingers.
hope
Your future is uncertain, and I can tell you nothing that can help you. You are singular and dangerous, and so it is that you are sought by both the Dark and the Light.
uncertainty identity future conflict
And all meet in singing, which braids together the different knowings into a wide and subtle music, the music of living.
life music living song singing
Love is one of the true mysteries,' he said at last. 'The truest and the deepest of all. One thing, Maerad: to love is never wrong. It may be disastrous; it may never be possible; it may be the deepest agony. But it is never wrong.
trust
You have a great heart, but will only find it to be so through great pain. This is the wisdom of love, and its doubtful gift.... I have endured much suffering and still remain unbitter and unclosed.
life wisdom
Not even I can see all ends, but I have been in this world long enough to know that a choice is not choice and breeds slow ills, even were it done for the highest reasons.
choices
The only good thing about being frightened half to death, she thought, is that it makes me forget all about being seasick.
optimism
Some say an army of horsemensome an army on footothers say ships laden for warare the fairest things on earth. But I say the fairest sighton this dark earthis the face of the one you love. Nor is it hard to understand: love has humbled the heartsof the proudest queens. And I would rather see you now stepping over my thresholdthan any soldier greaved in gold or any iron-beaked ship.
poem song
There is a great force in renunciation of power that those who are blinded by the lust for domination cannot understand because those who truly love do not desire power.
power
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