Like lost children we live our unfinished adventures.
And what will they do to you when you have told them this story?' Esca said very simply, 'They will kill me. ' 'I am sorry, but I do not think much of that plan. ' Marcus said.
It may be that the night will close over us in the end, but I believe that morning will come again. Morning always grows out of the darkness, though maybe not for the people who saw the sun go down. We are the Lantern Bearers, my friend; for us to keep something burning, to carry what light we can forward into the darkness and the wind.
We shall have made such a blaze that men will remember us on the other side or the dark.
I do not think that you can be changing the end of a song or a story like that, as though it were quite separate from the rest. I think the end of a story is part of it from the beginning.
But tonight, because Rome had fallen and Felix was dead, because of Valerius’s shame, the empty hut seemed horribly lonely, and there was a small aching need in him for somebody to notice, even if they were not glad, that he had come home.
. . . extraordinarily beautiful, and slightly out of focus.
It is not permitted that we should know everything.
People of excellence go the extra mile to do what's right.
I am not closed off to anything right now. That is what I was saying about not having any more walls up. I don't want to deprive myself of any bit of life.
A tree without roots is just a piece of wood.