• All that he had of her was his memory, where he held every moment, every single moment that she had been his. That was all he had, to keep out the loneliness

    Juliet Marillier
  • This is a long goodbye, yet not time enough. I have no aptitude for this. I cannot learn this. I would hold on, and hold on, until my hands clutch at emptiness

    Juliet Marillier
  • I like the truth, even when it does trouble me

    Juliet Marillier
  • There is no truth on this island of yours. Rather, there are as many truths as there are stars in the sky; and every one of them different

    Juliet Marillier
  • And as I watched him, I knew that in every dark night there was, somewhere, a small light burning that could never be quenched

    Juliet Marillier
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