Quotes by Alison Croggon

Love is one of the true mysteries, he said at last. The truest and the deepest of all. One thing, Maerad: to love is never wrong. It may be disastrous; it may never be possible; it may be the deepest agony. But it is never wrong.

You have a great heart, but will only find it to be so through great pain. This is the wisdom of love, and its doubtful gift. . . . I have endured much suffering and still remain unbitter and unclosed.

While the heart beats, hope lingers.

Nothing is ever truly gone... Not for me, nor for any human being. We can only go forward, unless we are guests in some enchantment that is not is ours. We are condemned to an endless present, and we can never go back-the source of all our joy, and all our sorrow. -Hem at Zelikas grave

By the light, he said, when he had mastered himself. I think that beats singing a lullaby to a stormdog for simplicity and economy, Maerad. But I wish I had known that you simply had to blow at Hulls to get rid of them. It would have saved me a few scars.

It is good to dress in fair clothes to dine with friends. It honors your host, if you are a guest; and your guest if you are a host. And both adorn the feast, and so celebrate the gifts of the world.

Id rather you wanted to make love, said Dernhil, smiling crookedly. That was my first thought, when you barged in here. I could easily refuse that.Its a much lesser question, said Cadvan gravely. Then he gave Dernhil a sharp look. Would you really refuse me?Probably. Dernhils eyes brimmed with sudden laughter. Honestly, Cadvan, have you no grace? What a thing to ask!Cadvans rare smile smile leapt in his face. It occurs to me that I might love you well enough.Dernhil looked briefly astonished. And to think that all these years I thought you hated me! he said lightly. You know I dont hate you, said Cadvan. I think you know I never did. Nor you me. And you, maybe more than anyone else I know, understands that there are many kinds of love. He gestured impatiently. Thats not what Im asking, anyway.I know. Dernhil met his gaze darkly. Only you would demand such a thing, in the middle of the night, from me, of all people!Yes, said Cadvan, a soft mockery in his voice. From you, of all people!Dernhil looked down at his hands and was silent for a time, thinking. Cadvan waited patiently, watching him. When Dernhil looked up, his face was open, and a smile lurked in the back of his eyes. Perhaps I love you enough to scary you, Cadvan, he said. And that is a great deal more than you deserve. p.146

Id rather you wanted to make love, said Dernhil, smiling crookedly. That was my first thought, when you barged in here. I could easily refuse that.Its a much lesser question, said Cadvan gravely. Then he gave Dernhil a sharp look. Would you really refuse me?Probably. Dernhils eyes brimmed with sudden laughter. Honestly, Cadvan, have you no grace? What a thing to ask!Cadvans rare smile leapt in his face. It occurs to me that I might love you well enough.Dernhil looked briefly astonished. And to think that all these years I thought you hated me! he said lightly. You know I dont hate you, said Cadvan. I think you know I never did. Nor you me. And you, maybe more than anyone else I know, understands that there are many kinds of love. He gestured impatiently. Thats not what Im asking, anyway.I know. Dernhil met his gaze darkly. Only you would demand such a thing, in the middle of the night, from me, of all people!Yes, said Cadvan, a soft mockery in his voice. From you, of all people!Dernhil looked down at his hands and was silent for a time, thinking. Cadvan waited patiently, watching him. When Dernhil looked up, his face was open, and a smile lurked in the back of his eyes. Perhaps I love you enough to scry you, Cadvan, he said. And that is a great deal more than you deserve. p.146

And all meet in singing, which braids together the different knowings into a wide and subtle music, the music of living.

At these times, the things that troubled her seemed far away and unimportant: all that mattered was the hum of the bees and the chirp of birdsong, the way the sun gleamed on the edge of a blue wildflower, the distant bleat and clink of grazing goats.

...she felt as if her entire body were glowing with the taste of sunlight, of wind blowing in wide spaces and trees reaching their burdened arms to boundless skies.

As every reader knows in his or her heart, there is much more to truth than mere fact.

Your future is uncertain, and I can tell you nothing that can help you. You are singular and dangerous, and so it is that you are sought by both the Dark and the Light.

We are all mistaken sometimes; sometimes we do wrong things, things that have bad consequences. But it does not mean we are evil, or that we cannot be trusted ever afterward.

Old friend, said Cadvan, filling another glass for himself and sniffing its rich smell. If we do not trust one another, we are already defeated.

The risk of all friendship is, alas, a little grief.

Some say an army of horsemensome an army on footothers say ships laden for warare the fairest things on earth.But I say the fairest sighton this dark earthis the face of the one you love.Nor is it hard to understand:love has humbled the heartsof the proudest queens.And I would rather see you now stepping over my thresholdthan any soldier greaved in gold or any iron-beaked ship.

Not even I can see all ends, but I have been in this world long enough to know that a choice is not choice and breeds slow ills, even were it done for the highest reasons.

She ached: oh, how she ached. Her soul was like one big bruise.

The only good thing about being frightened half to death, she thought, is that it makes me forget all about being seasick.