Quotes from Sherryl Jordan

The earth grieves, and I grieve, and I am weary of the fight

People don't lose their lives, Your Majesty. Their lives are taken from them, or else they lay them down themselves. And which will be your fate, Gabriel? I'll lay mine down, Lady.

Victory does not always come with trumpet-blasts and glory.

Her spirit is all spit and fire

This love frightens me, it causes me fear and ecstasy and pain and a thousand other things I never knew I could feel. It terrifies me, leaves me wounded and open and vulnerable. But I want you to know it exists. And I want you to know that if there ever comes a day in your life when you want my love, then it is here. I will be here. Always. That is all I want you to know.

What can I do, to stop your hurt? Nothing more, she said. You do everything, and you make me all right. Thank you Very gently, he touched her sooty cheek. If there was a way, he said, I'd take your hurt and carry it for you.

And it was then, watching him eat before me, that I realised there was inconsistency in him. He said there was no difference between Chosen and Quelled; he said men were not more sacred than women, nor women less than men; he said we were side by side, matched in every way; he said all these things — but his life spoke differently. He still ate before me, first, as my lord. And in that simple act, he undid all his words.

I ran then, following the power, ran with joy and a wild, winging certainty, right into the hearth of everything I loved. And there was no earth, no cold, no dust, nor stones nor water rushing past; but only this joy, this singing, awesome flight straight into the soul of God. Into fire.

They cannot put their stamp upon your soul

Always at the heart of my life there has been fire.

She realized he was rarely touched, except in anger.

Lost in his own world half the time, and tormented by devils the other half. Sometimes he's so far gone he doesn't recognize his own name.

Marnie shook her head, trying to banish the memory, the fear and smell of him. Even now his presence seemed to fill the bed and the tiny house.

Do you think this wild idea might work?" "It's insane," growled Boaz. "Utter lunacy, too far-fetched to be credible. Of course it'll work.

Words hold a terrible power, your Grace. A word can break a heart, or give it a reason to live. A word can grant freedom or life, or begin a war – or end one. I believe words should be used with caution. It is written that the tongue is a dangerous weapon, a restless evil that no man can tame, a flame that sets on fire the world itself. I believe that, Your Grace. I believe in taking great care with words.

Never had I been so conscious of the earth of the toughness and fragility and flowing life of it. I realised for the first time that the stones were not dead, nor the dust devoid of life, nor the waters vacuous. Our earth lived. It lived and breathed and sang and flowed and ached, in ever tiny part. And it's singing called to me - whispered, hummed, through the skin of my feet, through my whole self, until with all my being I was attuned to it.

Be cool, my fevered brain. And it wouldn't hurt you, body, to take a tumble in the snow.

Those silent times, those times when I was one with the mountains, earth and the black stones that held fire - those times were the strength and joy of my life.

They say words more empty than the wind, she said. 'Tis nothing, love. Nothing, and less than nothing. The wind is nothing yet powerful, he said.