Quotes from John Speed

The road is not certain, and the end of the journey cannot be seen.

When you dance, sister, you feel in your heart the blessing of the Goddess, her peace, her kindness. But when you are with him, then the power of the Goddess is in your heart, crashing through you. The Goddess is no thing of stone. The Goddess is breath, desire, despair. She is the green of the brushing leaf, the baby's cry, the lovers bite, the fragrance of the rose. You feel the Goddess moving through you.

This is desire, daughter, the endless piercing that informs the universe throughout eternity,

I think we were very foolish, you and I.

I do not dream anymore, nor do I sleep. My days are empty, my nights endless. My only thought is of her, this murderer. But despite what you say, she brings me life.

The gods cannot place their gifts into a closed fist. First your hand must be emptied, then the gifts may be received. We poor fools call this loss, and we suffer, but it is the blessing of the gods.

In Islam, all living things have souls. We are made pure by the fire of the lord compassion.

You can't trust even thieves these days.

Finally Lucinda grew used to her silence, and began not only to accept it, but treasure it. She too grew quiet. For the first time she heard the music of her heart.

Here in this old palace, untouched by the winds of change, here maybe some magic happens, for a little while. But the day must come when she will walk the road across the lake, and on that day, in the sad, heartless world on the other shore, you know it cannot last she is a slave.

You are closer to me than my breath,

I smell like brett riley

It's one thing to be helpless as one tries to lace a corset or to mount an elephant, quite another to be helpless as a bandit pushes a black steel knife against the flesh of your throat while his brother comes to join him.

To worship means to feel distance. But God is not distant.

Maybe he loves her. Maybe he wishes to have her forever, maybe he wishes that she could be his bride. Even then he might lose much to be with her-his properties, his position. But next to his love for her, what meaning do they have? He would be a fool to treasure dead gold more then a live heart.

At my age a man discovers regret, Senhor Mouse. I pursued blood instead of beauty. My memories are all of killing. I've forgotten the rest. Sometimes I cannot sleep.

Leave me now as one leaves a corpse...with regret, and memories, but without a second look.

Things are best that way, Deoga. Forgetting, not remembering. You Farangs become encumbered with your past. The past drives you mad. It keeps you from acting sensibly.

Life is a caravan, and on this journey we sleep in many tents. Tomorrow I shall sleep in a different tent.

We sleep in many tents,

My thoughts were gentle, not so long ago. I no longer have that luxury.

When one carries poison, thoughts of death are never far away.

Unser Leben ist uns nur für einen Moment geliehen. Niemand weiß, wann der Engel an unsere Tür klopft und die Schuld einfordert.

The dew on the leaves before the sun rises. The silence before the cock crows. The eggshell not yet broken by its chick. Not what is, but what might be.