He and I…we share a bond. Not love, exactly. It goes beyond that. He is mine as surely as sun follows moon across the sky. Mine before ever I knew he existed. Mine until death and beyond. Juliet Marillier More Quotes by Juliet Marillier More Quotes From Juliet Marillier I've loved fairytales, folklore and mythology since I was a small child, and I think it was inevitable that they would influence my style and my development of stories. Juliet Marillier style children thinking Third person allows a deeper exploration of the relationships between characters. We can see their misunderstandings and hear what they think about each other. We can create a more complex structure with various story threads running parallel. Juliet Marillier running character thinking The most powerful weapon is hope. Juliet Marillier most-powerful powerful weapons Hope is such a tenuous quality. To feel it and then to be denied what one most longs for ... Better, surely, not to hope at all, than to open the heart to a hope that is impossible. Juliet Marillier quality impossible heart How can he do this? If you were mine, I would fight to keep you. I would die, before I let you go. Juliet Marillier letting-you-go mines fighting I had learned how it felt to want more than the sweet touch of hand to cheek or lips to palm, more than a kiss, more than an embrace. I was starting to discover that it is not only the mind that understands love, but also the body. Juliet Marillier kissing sweet hands There is no good or evil, save in the way you see the world. There is no dark or light save in your own. Juliet Marillier light evil dark We draw our strength from the great oaks of the forest. As they take their nourishment from the soil, and from the rains that feed the soil, so we find our courage in the pattern of living things around us. They stand through storm and tempest. They grow and renew themselves. Like a grove of young oaks, we remain strong. Juliet Marillier storm strong rain Ask us for any help you need...Let us be strong for you. Juliet Marillier strong helping needs The world is simple, I think, in its essence. Life, death, love, hate. Desire, fulfillment. Magic. Juliet Marillier hate simple thinking Real life is not quite as it is in stories. In the old tales, bad things happen, and when the tale has unfolded and come to its triumphant conclusion, it is as if the bad things had never been. Life is not as simple as that, not quite. Juliet Marillier real simple stories The greatest tales, well told, awaken the fears and longings of the listeners. Each man hears a different story. Each is touched by it according to his inner self. The words go to the ear, but the true message travels straight to the spirit. Juliet Marillier different self men I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness. Juliet Marillier clutch emptiness hands Brilliant minds make errors, brave souls falter, kind hearts leave scars. We are none of us perfect, but we're all perfectly human. Juliet Marillier errors perfect heart But I believe we all have an inner goodness; a little flame that stays alight through the worst of trials. Juliet Marillier flames trials believe All that he had of her was his memory, where he held every moment, every single moment that she had been his. That was all he had, to keep out the loneliness. Juliet Marillier moments loneliness memories Good and bad; shade and sunlight, there's but a hair's breath between them. It's all one in the end. Juliet Marillier sunlight shade hair But there is one thing you must remember, if you forget all else. There is no good or evil, save in the way you see the world. There is no dark or light save in your own vision. All changes in the blink of an eyelid; yet all remains the same. Juliet Marillier light evil dark There was so much of beauty here: the neat, small tracks of a foraging creature, stoat or marten; the inticate tracery of a skeleton leaf, still clinging vainly to its parent tree as, little by little, time stripped it of its substance, leaving only the delicate remembrance of what it had been. Juliet Marillier skeletons remembrance track Our strength comes from that magic, from the earth and the sky, from the fire and the water. Fly high, swim deep, give back to the earth what she gives you. Juliet Marillier fire sky giving
