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 If a man truly loves,....He does not consider the obstacles, the restrictions, the reasons why his choice may be flawed or impratical. He gives no heed to what others may think. His heart has no room for that, for it is filled to the brim with the unutterable truth of his feelings. Juliet Marillier heart men thinking Even in that time of utter darkness, somewhere deep inside me the memory of love and goodness had stayed alive. Juliet Marillier alive darkness memories You thought you’d never give up your vocation, a voice whispered inside me. You thought you’d never even consider it. But you’ve met the one man who could change your mind. He is your perfect complement. He is Cathal to your Clodagh; he is Bran to your Liadan. No wonder you conjured up those images. No wonder they make you weep. Juliet Marillier giving-up voice men A dream is the key that unlocks the mysteries of the waking world. Juliet Marillier keys dream world You cannot poison what is between us with your foul words. She is my light in the darkness and Johnny is my pathway ahead. Juliet Marillier pathways light darkness There is no truth on this island of yours. Rather, there are as many truths as there are stars in the sky; and every one of them different. Juliet Marillier stars islands sky This is a long goodbye, yet not time enough. I have no aptitude for this. I cannot learn this. I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness. Juliet Marillier goodbye long hands Stronger than iron crueler than death sweeter than springtime it lives beyond breath Juliet Marillier springtime iron stronger Water and stone Flesh and bone Night and morn Rose and thorn Tree and wind Heart and mind Juliet Marillier heart wind night I like the truth, even when it does trouble me. Juliet Marillier trouble doe I wish- I wish I could dry these tears, I wish I could make this better for you. But I don't know how. Juliet Marillier dry tears wish My daughter," I said blankly. "I see. Correct me if I am wrong, but I thought it took a man, as well as a woman, to make a child. Is this infant's father to be a crab, or a seagull maybe? Or were you planning to shipwreck some likely sailor on my doorstep, so I can make convenient use of him? Juliet Marillier daughter father children More like some small, fierce bird of prey, something with a sharp bite. An owl perhaps, that speaks only when the rest of the world sleeps. Jenny will do well enough. Juliet Marillier owl sleep bird I know it's hard for you to trust me. If I ever find the man who did this to you, who made you so frightened, I'll kill him with my bare hands. But you can trust me. Juliet Marillier trust-me men hands My world was changing, and I was not ready for it. Juliet Marillier not-ready ready world a tree is never just a tree, it is bigger and deeper and wiser than a girl like you will ever be. Juliet Marillier like-you girl tree Perhaps he could still weave together the broken threads of his life. And yet, I wanted him here now. I needed him here. In the darkness, if I sat very still, I could almost feel his presence by me, quite near, but not too near. Didn't I promise to keep you safe, he would say softly. I have never broken a promise. Don't look so worried, Jenny. And yet, he would be careful. Careful not to move too close. Careful not to frighten me. Waiting still. I am your shelter. Don't be afraid. Juliet Marillier broken waiting moving Wake the sleeper must, and confront his fears, or risk being lost in the dark places of the mind forever. Juliet Marillier risk dark forever This had been real: real in its flaws and uncertainties, real in its small triumphs, real in its compromises and understanding. Juliet Marillier triumph understanding real A wonder tale can be truer than true," I said. I had learned (...) that the deepest kind of truth can be found in the strangest and wildest of stories. One may not meet a fire-breathing dragon on the way to the well. One may not encounter an army of toothed snakes in the woodshed. That does not make the wisdom in those tales any less real. Juliet Marillier army real fire
