Quotes from Juliet Marillier

With the rising of the sun we stirred, and woke, and readied ourselves to face the new day.

I give thanks for this good earth beneath my feet," I murmured. "I give thanks for the sun that warms it and brings forth the new shoots. I give thanks for the rain that nourishes great oak and creeping moss, filling the flowing river and the tranquil pond. I give thanks for the clear air I breathe. I give thanks for the gift of life.

But there was no defeating evil unless people had hope. There was no going forward unless folk held on to their belief that the future could be bright, that a lamp of goodness could still shine in this realm of darkness and despair. And, although it would be far easier to curl up and hide, as many of the Good Folk had done, there would never be change unless people were prepared to take risks, to step forward and fight for a better world.

The world needs its bards and its philosophers. It also needs its warriors, its heroes, its bold voyagers.

And there is a greater magic; a power that comes from the very land we tread, from ocean and forest, from the deepest cavern to the high pathways of sun and moon. When the path ahead seems dark and difficult, when you cannot find the right way, call on that power to guide you, for within each of us, even the smallest, there is a spark of that great fire.

History is precious; ritual is precious. Lose that and we lose the knowledge of our own being, Lose the thread of ancestry, lose the tales, and we are adrift without identity.

Disparate! - repliquei, e estava tão zangada com ele que o agarrei pelos ombros e lhe dei um bom abanão. - O final da história é teu, de mais ninguém. Podes fazê-lo como quiseres. Há tantos caminhos para o teu herói como ramos numa árvore.

Ana wished very much that she could discuss this with Faolan

Amazing, I thought nobody could tell that man what to do. -Foalan to Bridei Talking about Broichan

I'm fighting, I'm falling, I'm wondering how a god who's supposed to be merciful can stand by and watch this. I want to shrink down and hide. I want to be invisible.

Shouts and blows may have won arguments for you in the past, fellow. They are pointless in the current situation.

son. This was a revelation. The more she considered

Take control. Tell everyone what's going to happen and stick to the plan, whatever it is.

We all take our own ways. We all make our own choices, for good or ill.

A betrothal is the beginning of a new story; it is a compact of hope and possibility. All marriages have their difficulties, no doubt of that. But the bond between husband and wife is precious beyond jewels.

Even after this, even after everything, still you are ruled by your dreams. But your dreams cannot help you.

You must learn that such a life is not only one of privilege, but also one of service and responsibility.

Of course you will make errors; we all do. But you must learn from your mistakes. Learn quickly, and when you get something wrong, admit it and apologize.

Just an empty road ahead. But it happens sometimes. When you least expect it, everything changes.

O que existe entre nós está para além do amor, Fainne. Ele é meu marido, meu amante e amigo, aquele a quem eu posso confiar os meus maiores segredos. Espero que um dia também tu tenhas a alegria de encontrar um parceiro assim, pois nada é mais importante.

Not every man is a liar, some of them, yes. Not all of them. There are good men out there, men who respect women, men with the courage to stand up for what they believe in. Men who'll be gentle with a newborn babe. Men who'll defend family and land and country with their dying breath.

Sometimes, when the past catches up, you just can't stop yourself.

Natural magic, the kind that lets you use what is already present, the power of earth, air, fire and water, to help you in times of need. Small tricks, maybe, but deep ones.

She was gone. We all knew it. But nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Still my father held her tight in his arms, as if he might preserve that last moment of life, as long as he stayed completely still. His lips were against her hair, and his eyes were closed.