Val

“If only I had patience. If only I could sleep till spring. If only I were the hawthorn tree, too old to love, too wise to hate.”
― Joanne Harris, A Pocketful of Crows

“Must lessons always be so hard? Must battles be so bloody? And must it always be our kind that keep the wheels in motion? The year, it turns, and it turns, and turns. Now it has come full circle. Winter and summer: life and death; the adder stone and the wedding-ring; all echo that endless coming of age. Who can stop the word turning?”
― Joanne M. Harris, A Pocketful of Crows

“And if I never have a veil, or a golden ring on my hand, I will still have you, my love, and that will be enough for me. Sleep well, love, and dream of me. And know that, if I were to live for a thousand years, there would still not be enough nights in which to dream of you.”
― Joanne Harris, A Pocketful of Crows

“How can you fly with a stone around your neck? How can you run with a chain on your feet?
'But I love him,' I said.
That's the stone. That's the chain, said the hawthorn. And until you can give them back, you will never be free again.”
― Joanne Harris, A Pocketful of Crows