Aquilo pertubava Bridei porque lhe parecia que só havia um mundo e que, se tinha defeitos, as pessoas não se deviam queixar deles, mas dar passos para o mudar
Juliet MarillierAs for me, I had found love, and that was a gift worth suffering for.
Juliet MarillierStichwörter: sevenwaters-love
With courage and hope, we can conquer our fears and do what we once believed impossible.
Juliet MarillierStichwörter: inspirational courage hope impossible fears conquer believe-in-yourself
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 MarillierStichwörter: suicide sad hopelessness devastating
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 MarillierStichwörter: love kiss embrace sweet
Trust can be a hard lesson; hope still more difficult.
Juliet MarillierStichwörter: lesson hope trust
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 MarillierWhy should I be polished and improved like goods for sale? I might not even want to marry! And besides, I have many skills. I can read and write and play the flute and harp. Why should I change to please some man? If he doesn’t like me the way I am, then he can get some other girl for his wife.
Juliet MarillierHow can he do this? If you were mine, I would fight to keep you. I would die, before I let you go.
Juliet MarillierI almost forgot,” said Red. His voice sounded very strange, as if from a long, long distance. He reached into his pocket. “I have something for you.”
He put it into my hand. A round, shiny, perfect apple, green as new grass with a faint blush of rosy pink. And now his eyes had changed so that I saw what lay there, hidden deep, so deep only the bravest or most foolhardy would seek to find it.
He has always understood me better, without words. So I laid my hand on my heart, held it there for a moment, and then moved it over and touched my palm against his breast. My heart. Your heart.
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