You are... you're like a beating heart. A glowing lamp. I've never met anyone like you before. Juliet Marillier More Quotes by Juliet Marillier More Quotes From Juliet Marillier With courage and hope, we can conquer our fears and do what we once believed impossible. Juliet Marillier conquer impossible The future was in our own hands. If we wanted a world where such things were possible, it was for us to make it. Juliet Marillier wanted hands world And as I watched him, I knew that in every dark night there was, somewhere, a small light burning that could never be quenched. Juliet Marillier light dark night In all experience, there is something to be learned. In deepest sorrow, wisdom is found. In the well of despair, hope rises. Juliet Marillier despair sorrow found My feet will tread soft as a deer in the forest. My mind will be clear as water from the sacred well. My heart will be strong as a great oak. My spirit will spread an eagle's wings, and fly forth. Juliet Marillier eagles strong heart I had grown up. I had learned that being a woman was knowing when to stand firm and when to compromise. I had learned to laugh and weep; I had learned that I was weak as well as strong. I had learned to love. I was no longer a rigid, upright tree that would not flex and bow, even though the gale threatened to snap it in two; I was the willow that bends and shivers and sways, and yet remains strong. Juliet Marillier strong knowing two Don't you long for something different to happen, something so exciting and new it carries you along with it like a great tide, something that lets your life blaze and burn so the whole world can see it? Juliet Marillier life long world He would have told her - he would have said, it matters not if you are here or there, for I see you before me every moment. I see you in the light of the water, in the swaying of the young trees in the spring wind. I see you in the shadows of the great oaks, I hear your voice in the cry of the owl at night. You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are - you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath. Juliet Marillier sleep heart spring She seemed fragile like a moonflower – destined to bloom for a single lovely night, and then to fade and fall. Juliet Marillier lovely night fall Trust is a thing you know without words. Juliet Marillier knows He was sitting not far away, watching me, and I surprised a smile on his face, the first real smile I had ever seen him give, a smile that curved and softened the tight mouth, and warmed the ice-cool eyes; a smile that brought the blood to my face and made my heart turn over. Juliet Marillier eye real heart Your actions are your own. Your choices are your own. Each of us carries a burden of guilt for decisions made or not made. You can let that rule your whole life or you can put it behind you and move on. Only a madman lets jealousy determine the course of his existence. Only a weak man blames others for his own errors. Juliet Marillier weak-man men moving Come, dear heart. Lean on me and let us walk this path together. Juliet Marillier path together heart She had sacrificed her childhood to save her brothers; she loved her family above all else, and her spirits yearned to return home once more, to the wild forest and the land of mystic tales and ancient spirits whence he had taken her. That was the place of her heart, and if he loved her, he must let her go. Juliet Marillier taken brother home I have listened to many tales in my life, and told a few of my own. If this has taught me anything, it is that there are some occurrences that change the course of things, that make an alteration far beyond their own apparent magnitude. It is like the throwing of a tiny pebble into a pool, how it makes an ever-expanding circle of ripples, spreading right across the water's surface. Juliet Marillier tiny circles water You will find the way, daughter of the forest. Through grief and pain, through many trials, through betrayal and loss, your feet will walk a straight path. Juliet Marillier betrayal daughter pain You know not, yet, the sort of love that strikes like a lightning bolt; that clutches hold of you by the heart, as irrevocably as death; that becomes the lodestar by which you steer the rest of your life. I would not wish such a love on anyone, man or woman, for it can make your life a paradise, or it can destroy you utterly. Juliet Marillier wish heart men As for religious faith, a lack of it shouldn't stop us from doing good deeds for their own sake. Juliet Marillier deeds sake religious There are technical tricks that may help you create more effective characters. My approach to characterization is not at all technical. I can't really analyze how I do it, but I am sure of one thing. To write convincing characters, you must possess the ability to think yourself into someone else's skin. Juliet Marillier writing character thinking I do not view suicide as wicked, just terribly sad. There is only one death, but it is like a stone cast into a pond - the ripples stretch far. Such an act must leave a burden of sorrow, guilt, shame and confusion on an entire family. A natural death, such as my father suffered, is hard enough to deal with. A decision to end one's life must be still more devastating for those left behind. I cannot imagine the degree of hopelessness someone must feel to contemplate such an act. Juliet Marillier suicide views father
