Of Sorrow and Such

Memories change and shift, ferment in our minds; they are never the same when we take them out as they were when first we put them in.

Confess how you worship and obey Lucifer, the fallen one.” "You fool. I worship none, and what woman with a brain in her head obeys anyone, let alone a failure?

We do not always love wisely.

I suspect it also gives her bitter amusement, beneath her sweet silly façade, to defy her husband so, a man who preaches fire and brimstone at adulterers and fornicators, drinkers and usurers, gamblers and gluttons, yet is determined to be the cause of his wife's demise.

Females are seldom remembered once they've gone beneath the earth; indeed, many go unremarked while they're still upon it.

The old woman gives me an easy grateful smile and I think, more and more, that mothers do not like their sons any more than they like their husbands.

I remember all too well that one cannot put an old head on young shoulders.

I've loved her so long, and she's loved me... but she's self-seeking, Patience, I know this. She takes what she desires and gives only what she doesn't want. So, so selfish. I would I could walk away from her. ... That she lives on the sight of her own reflection in the eyes of others. That her love seems like the sun but is really a shadow that creeps in and leaves no room for anything else.

The forest, Ina, is wide and dark; it's a cathedral in need of parishioners.

And though all seems forgiven, it is not forgotten. It's there like a lump beneath the carpet, a scar below the skin, a body hidden under the earth.

If you help keep a person in the world, the good and ill they do is always partially yours.

I promise no miracles for I know all too well that Dame Fate has a penchant for making a liar of the best-intentioned individual.