lilac wood

Everyone's a monster to someone. Since you are so convinced I am yours, I will be it.

I have so many flowers to bring to her

For them... My people. My brothers. ...My friends. Stay strong. Keep the faith. At duty's end, we will meet again. We will. We will.

Thief that I am, I'll be found out and your fairy fruit will surely turn to ashes in my mouth.

I still don't know if there is a divine plan. But I've come to realize that it doesn't matter. What matters is that we act. That we do what's right, when confronted with evil. That's what you did at Kvatch. It wasn't the gods that saved us, it was you.

The stars are in blossom, the moon is in flower, And bright are the windows of Night in her tower.

Fairytale does not deny the existence of sorrow and failure: the possibility of these is necessary to the joy of deliverance. It denies (in the face of much evidence) universal final defeat...giving a fleeting glimpse of Joy; Joy beyond the walls of the world, poignant as grief.

You bear witness to the end of your journey...It is not always a happy thing.

If only I had seen it sooner. Thadon might stand here next to me, to help usher in the rule of Order to this benighted realm! Instead, he is dead, at your hand. And Sheogorath's command! What harm had he ever done to you?

You got a lot of fuckin' nerve- And you've got no nerve at all! Where's your heart in all this, Judas? You think you were with me for any reason other than that?! It was your heart, Judas. You were all heart. You were my heart! Don't you know that?!

Play was each, pleasure each, Till Ferdiad faced the beach; Dear that pillar of pure gold Who fell cold beside the ford. Hosts of heroes felt his sword First in battle's breach.

You've gone quite mangy, Cat. But your grin's a comfort.

I grieve that you must meet your end this way but necessity demands it.

O Silibrand körde uppå höga loftesvala, Allt under den linden så gröna. Der fick han sin dotter i lunden fara. I riden så varliga genom lunden med henne.

I-it's not garbage! To me, it's a mountain of treasure!

Heart and head, John. They should know each other. Yours have never met.

Your name is a golden bell hung in my heart. I would break my body to pieces to call you once by your name.

Sometimes I wake up in the night and I think, was I ever really human? Or was I just a toad that got on her nerves and she made me think I was a human once? That'd be a real torture, right? Supposing there's nothing for me to turn back into?

Do not provoke me, wicked girl, lest I drop you in anger, and hate you as much as I now terribly love you.

I was not the one. But I wait and hope. Ask, and I shall answer, if wisdom guides me.