The Heart Forger

That is the nature of grief. But to grieve means you have loved. To love opens up the possibility for grief. There cannot be one without the other.

Life isn’t fair, dear one. And sometimes, neither is death.

Patience is the long pause between action and its consequences. Lengthier silences open you up to introspection, and I’ve known a lot of solitude.

It felt so wonderful and strange to know you are your own person but begin to understand how you could also belong to wholeheartedly to someone else.

Lies are sweet to the palate, but the truth is often spat out, bitter and rancid.

The world will turn even when you are not awake to busy yourself in it.

The dead do not rest,“ she told me, “only the living believe the grave can bring you peace.

People need someone to hate. And it’s easier to see that in others than to find it in themselves.

It's not such a bad thing, to feel powerless sometimes. It teaches us that some situations are inevitable and that we should spend what little time we have on the company of the people that matter most. Do you understand me, Tea?

You talk like a recipe exists to accustom one to death," I said, bitter. "Oh, but there is," she responded. "Take a girl and remove her heart. Add a touch of tragedy and a thirst for vengeance. Divide her into equal parts of grief and rage, then serve her cold.

Kings are only kings because one ancestor was quicker than another to place a crown on his own head.

But to grieve means you have loved. To love opens up the possibility for grief. There cannot be one without the other.

Modesty is well and good, but acknowledging improvements to one's skill is as necessary as acknowledging improvements to one's character.

I felt powerful enough to believe I could stop the sun. And so I did.

And so I put aside my anger because if there is one thing I am, it is that I am not her.

Life isn't fair, dear one. And sometimes, neither is death.

For as long as I have a kingdom, then I will always have need of a sword. And I am prepared to fight for it as well as any man.

Whether my death changes anything is not important," the man said, almost in a whisper, "but whether you allow my death to change you is another matter entirely.

The best tales spare no mercy and spare no lies.

Cat’s out of the bag, so all you can do is limit the catnip.

To be a perfectionist is not the same as being deaf,” Khalad said without looking up, and the bone witch laughed.

Some days will be better than others. some days you will wake up crying, his name the first to fall from your lips. Some days, you will look up at the stars in the sky from a lonely beach and know none of them look down on him. That is the nature of grief. But to grieve means you have loved. To love opens up the possibility for grief. There cannot be one without the other.

To grieve means you have loved. To love opens up the possibility for grief. There cannot be one without the other.

You talk like a recipe exists to accustom one to death,” I said, bitter. “Oh, but there is,” she responded. “Take a girl and remove her heart. Add a touch of tragedy and a thirst for vengeance. Divide her into equal parts of grief and rage, then serve her cold.

Books are only dangerous to those who keep their flock uneducated,

Some days, you will look up at the stars in the sky from a lonely beach and know none of them look down on him.