Cecilia Dart-Thornton Quotes

“True friendship is worth more than can be measured,
a quality forever to be treasured.
True friends will staunchly stand beside each other,
as loyally brother shieldeth brother,
remaining firm in spite of war and strife,
in poverty or sickness, throughout life.
True friendship doth endure while comrades age
from boy to youth, from warrior to sage.”

— Cecilia Dart-Thornton

“She was aware of his love - how could she not? She perceived it every time he looked at her. He was not demonstrative, but his ardour was all the more evident for the reins with which he restrained it, the mask of steel behind which he imprisoned it, his detached demeanour and deliberate gestures that, far from parading a lack of interest, displayed the strength of his self-discipline, that he could so tightly curb the intensity of his passion.”

— Cecilia Dart-Thornton

If you are the lantern, I am the flame;
If you are the lake, then I am the rain;
If you are the desert, I am the sea;
If you are the blossom, I am the bee;
If you are the fruit, then I am the core;
If you are the rock, then I am the ore;
If you are the ballad, I am the word;
If you are the sheath, then I am the sword.

— Cecilia Dart-Thornton

“I want you
and it will be so,
While I have life.”

— Cecilia Dart-Thornton

We love, while knowing that someday our love might be lost forever. We laugh as we stride along, even while recognising that doom lies at the end of the road. We give, while comprehending that in the end 'twill all be taken away. we are nothing less then heroes.

— Cecilia Dart-Thornton

“Speechless, castaway and wry
a spellbound oddity am I
my feet are locked upon the clay
my gaze is locked upon the sky”

— Cecilia Dart-Thornton

“Down the violet wind slid syrinx melodies, wild as foxes, mad as love, strange as wakening.”

— Cecilia Dart-Thornton

“Nay, it ain't got fleas, and 'tis a girl.”

— Cecilia Dart-Thornton

“The raven spread out its glossy wings and departed like hope.”

— Cecilia Dart-Thornton

“She had seen what it cost him and her heart quickened with compassion. For that alone, she might have loved him almost.”

— Cecilia Dart-Thornton

“Mindful of not thanking their benefactors, in case, like wights, they took offense, she added, Your kindness is gratefully acknowledged. May your trees be forever fruitful.”

— Cecilia Dart-Thornton

“Eating be eating, b'ain't it, Birdie?'
'Nay, Uncle Bear: In Caermelor, at the Royal Court, they be so-oh, so much more advanced than anywhere else. 'Tis not done to wipe your fingers on your hair or the tablecloth, or belch, or speak with your mouth full of food, or scratch, or pick your teeth at table. Ye have to use little forks to pick up the food. Ye not allowed to pour wine for your betters or for yourself, but to wait for them to deign to pour it for ye, if they be feeling generous. And the carving of the meats must be done a certain way, and as for the toasts-it would take ye a whole day just to learn the complications.
'Takes the fun out of eating,' observed Sianadh.”

— Cecilia Dart-Thornton

Time was spinning numerous threads for its tapestry, some to be woven together, some to entangle or fray, others merely to perish and pass away.

— Cecilia Dart-Thornton

“Careful, even now, not to thank the wights, she added, You have all been most kind.”

— Cecilia Dart-Thornton

“Should they be thanked or does thanks drive them away?
"You honor us," she stammered. "We request your help.”

— Cecilia Dart-Thornton

“Riding upon the back of a waterhorse - what mortal had ever stayed in such a seat for so long? On a horse made of cold currents and liquid convergences, jests and trickery - pressed against a hide like the burnished sea of midnight, thing look different to the rider.”

— Cecilia Dart-Thornton