My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.
Finding one’s voice is a process of finding one’s passion.
Anything is possible; possibilities exist in any problem.
A beautiful, majestic, and awe-inspiring sea awaits you. And you are welcome to enter however you see fit – to wade, to walk lightly, to swim for your life, or to sail. The decision is yours. No one will stop you from returning to the sandy towel on the shore if you desire.
But I’d like to think you chose to come to the sea for a reason. You have been called to the sea. There is something here that you need, and it has awaited your arrival for quite some time.
Being kind, being compassionate, being respectful does not make you weak. More often, it’s the harder path to take.
Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by such slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity or ruin. When I look back, it seems to me as if this almost miraculous change of inclination and will was the immediate suggestion of the guardian angel of my life-the last effort made by the spirit of preservation to avert the storm that was even then hanging in the stars and ready to envelop me.
At some point, your memories, your stories, your adventures, will be the only things you’ll have left.
It is not time that changes man nor knowledge the only thing that can change someone’s mind is love.
What might have happened to them to make them the way they were? It did not change what they now did, but it changed, profoundly, how he perceived their motivations, their place in the world.
Richard walked over to him. It was not a long way but he walked slowly, as if he were tired, and halted, eventually, face to face with his younger brother. He said, ‘Change your mind. It is the last chance in life you may have.’
Spoken soberly, with all the honesty of which he was capable, it was neither threat nor impassioned appeal but a simple plea, simply put. To which Lymond, looking him in the eyes, shook his head.