“From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring. Renewed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king.”

Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?

I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.

And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge.

Yes, I am here. And you are lucky to be here too after all the absurd things you’ve done since you left home.

And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her.

Short cuts make long delays.

He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom.

Where there’s life there’s hope.

You can only come to the morning through the shadows.

It is useless to meet revenge with revenge; it will heal nothing.

How do you move on? You move on when your heart finally understands that there is no turning back.

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

In sorrow we must go, but not in despair. Behold! we are not bound for ever to the circles of the world, and beyond them is more than memory.

You have nice manners for a thief and a liar, said the dragon.

I warn you, if you bore me, I shall take my revenge.

But in the end it’s only a passing thing, this shadow; even darkness must pass.

I was very depressed after breaking off my engagement with Johnny ten years ago. I was embarrassingly dramatic at the time, but you have to remember I was only 19 years old.

To be human is to embrace change. There are parts of you ready to die and parts of you waiting to be born. You are never broken, lost. You are ever changing. Always becoming.

Crazy isn’t being broken, or swallowing a dark secret. It’s you or me, amplified.

But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever. Had we never lou’d sae kindly, Had we never lou’d sae blindly, Never met – or never parted – We had ne’er been broken hearted.

Failure is predictable if you break laws, success is predictable if you obey laws. I discovered and learned that truth when I was 14 years old. Not everyone discovers that. Some people take a lifetime to learn that.

Let’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.

You can’t pay enough money to cure that feeling of being broken and confused.

You were a lifetime ago, yet here I am, still pulling pieces of you out of me.