Growth of consciousness does not depend on the might of the intellect but on the conviction of the heart.

Shadows can only exist where there is light.

When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.

A lot of things should have been, Zigmund, but they aren__. Are you going to be miserable about the things you cannot change, or do something about the things you can?

Because I think you're right. You can make a difference." He told me experiences were kind of like fate, and fate usually came in the form of a test. He told me fate liked to be worshiped. It liked to see us fall on out knees before it offered to help us up..." _

You'll never make it out there. You weren't made for South Pole adventures." Flora gave her an icy look. "I think I know by now what I was made for.