Rindis

“It was an annoying realization, but it was the truth; and as such, she wouldn't have given it up for anything.”
― Diane Duane, My Enemy, My Ally

“(Potatoes were, for some reason, more prone to fits of random magic than most vegetables. It would take a remarkable magic to affect turnips or kale. No one bothered planting eggplants—they would run into the woods or fly away on leafy kites the instant your back was turned.)”
― T. Kingfisher, The Seventh Bride

“The end of the war was like the beginning, with the army marching down the open road under the spring sky, seeing a far light on the horizon. Many lights had died in the windy dark but far down the road there was always a gleam, and it was as if a legend had been created to express some obscure truth that could not otherwise be stated. Everything had changed, the war and the men and the land they fought for, but the road ahead had not changed. It went on through the trees and past the little towns and over the hills, and there was no getting to the end of it. The goal was a going-towards rather than an arriving, and from the top of the next rise there was always a new vista. The march toward it led through wonder and terror and deep shadows, and the sunlight touched the flags at the head of the column.”
― Bruce Catton, A Stillness at Appomattox

“In individuals as in nations, contentment is silent, which tends to unbalance the historical record.”
― Barbara W. Tuchman, A Distant Mirror: The Calamitous 14th Century