When hope dies, you breathe it back to life again! No matter how long it takes, or what time’s required to heal the wound. Disappointment will not last a lifetime unless you lie down and give in.” – Initiate’s Trial
You don’t have to like a man to respect him.
Damn you,” said Arithon. In a shattering change of mood, he was laughing. “You have it. But what’s my word against the grandiloquent predictions of a maudlin and drunken prophet?”
“Maybe everything,” Felirin finished gently. “You’re too young to live without dreams.
Done without love, any congress between man and woman degrades the creative intelligence that graces your humanity.
Your prim faith in the True Sect’s canon serves naught. The temple preaches a loveless morality that cares not one jot for the plight of our livelihood. The priests are fat parasites, theosophizing on their rumps while folk like us break our backs, milked dry by their tithes and their rote obligations. Where does their doctrine show the least concern for our chance to enjoy the fruits of our happiness?
There are many reasons to avoid taking risks. Friendship is not among them.
There is no terror so powerful as the one never faced.
I trust you,” she murmured through urgency. “Completely. Without end, and before the beginning.
You cannot trust yourself,’ she agreed, bed-rock calm. ‘Therefore, let go. Seize life and place trust in me.
But hope always kindles through striving.