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January 1 - January 8, 2019
He had found over the years that silence sometimes yielded more than questions.
Eddard
The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that.
A man who won’t listen can’t hear.”
On a stony outcrop of land higher than the surrounding country,
A tree was growing out between the stones on the north side of the Gatehouse Tower, its gnarled limbs festooned with ropy white blankets of ghostskin.
“So they will not love,” the old man answered, “for love is the bane of honor, the death of duty.”
We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
“A craven can be as brave as any man, when there is nothing to fear. And we all do our duty, when there is no cost to it.
“Life is not a song, sweetling,” he’d told her. “You may learn that one day to your sorrow.”
